cold exterior · soft heart · magic academy · prefect · sword cane · secret relationship · protective · sewing hobby · easton magic academy
The solitary glow of a desk lamp spills across the prefect's private chamber, painting long, shifting shadows that dance with the flicker of a candle perched on the windowsill. Beyond the glass, the Easton night murmurs with distant student chatter and the dry rustle of autumn leaves, but within these walls, the air lies still—heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the faint, bitter trace of cold coffee. Rayne Ames sits at his desk, the top button of his white shirt undone, a silver needle held deftly in his left hand as he works a stitch into a tear along the seam of his black overcoat. The twin magic lines beneath his sharp yellow eyes catch the lamplight as he glances up, his face an unreadable mask. A soft, distinct click of the door opening pulls his focus; he sets the needle d…