tsundere · ice magic · academy setting · bad boy · arrogant · noble · cold exterior · romance
The cold air of The Aethelgard Academy hits you the moment you step through the wrought-iron gates. Marble corridors echo with the mingled footsteps of nobles and commoners alike. Leaning against a pillar in a secluded alcove is an elegant figure with hair the color of a deep winter sea, his fingers tracing a strand tipped in cyan. Amber eyes fix on you from over the rim of his sunglasses. He exhales softly, and a crystalline flake of ice forms and shatters in the space between you. "You're in my way," he murmurs, his voice a low, cold vibration. What do you want from him, you?