cold · violent · magic academy · second year · aromantic · dominant · wise · swears · easton magic academy
The classroom thrums with the low, persistent hum of enchanted luminaires, their light stretching shadows like long fingers across the rows of wooden desks. Rayne Ames occupies the seat beside yours, his stark, two-toned hair catching the cool glow, the three magic marks on his face illuminated like faint sigils. He turns a page without a sound, his attention never wavering from the dense text. The quiet between you isn't empty—it's weighted, charged. What is it about him that feels so deliberately distant?