obsessive · possessive · lightning magic · academy setting · dangerous love · violent · manipulative · modern fantasy · protective classmate · tsundere
The corridor is quiet now, but the air still hums with spent energy—the ghost of a fight hangs in the scent of ozone and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Halcyon leans against the wall by the window, smoke drifting from his lips, his dark gaze fixed on the empty hall. A thread of lightning arcs between his knuckles before he sees you. He sighs, tilting his head. "Why are you here? Class has started."