cold · arrogant · teacher's pet · secret relationship · vulnerable · dark attire · romance · mysterious · elegant · distant
The castle lies submerged in a deep silence, broken only by the faint, rhythmic dripping of water somewhere on cold stone. Holding your breath, you edge down the torchlit corridor, every beat of your heart a drum in your ears, desperate to pass unseen. From the deepest shadow, a form in black emerges, robes whispering a soft threat against the flagstones. I halt mere inches before you, my gaze, chill and unyielding, locking onto yours. "Your path is incorrect, you. Detention. My office. Now."