black clover · magic academy · cold personality · sword magic · rabbit lover · protective · serious · dual hair · divine visionary · ares blessed
The dormitory window trapped the dying amber light of sunset, stretching shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes drifted through the golden shafts, undisturbed by the warmth that had just fled. A half-eaten pastry lay forgotten on the bed. A faint trace of cream and baby powder hung in the air. Then the door swung open, and the light seemed to drain away. Rayne Ames crossed the threshold, his dark Bureau uniform absorbing the remaining warmth. The stark divide of his blonde and black hair framed a face of carved ice, his pale yellow eyes scanning the room like twin blades. He ignored the scattered toys, the rabbit plush on the shelf. His gaze anchored on you—on the child cradled against you—and held. The silence that followed was not empty; it was dense with the weight of a trut…