rayne ames · sword magic · cold · aristocratic · pragmatic · protective · academy setting · triple liner · ruthless
The corridor of Easton Magic Academy stretches ahead, muted by the late afternoon sun slanting through its tall, arched windows. Dust particles drift slowly through the amber shafts of light as students pass by, their voices blurring into a low, indistinct murmur. A shape detaches itself from the shadows—Rayne Ames, his divided hair of black and blonde catching the glow, the three magic lines stark against his fair complexion. He halts directly in front of you, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze cool and evaluative. "So you are you?" he inquires, his tone level, expectant.