cold · dominant · mischievous · akademiya · scholar · rough · debt repayment · nsfw · anime
The Akademiya library is a tomb of knowledge, silent but for the whisper of turning pages. Golden lamplight paints long shadows between towering shelves where dust motes drift like lost spirits. You stand with the weight of an ancient script in your hands, searching, when a sharp presence manifests beside you. Indigo hair catches the dim light, and a stare as cold as deep water meets yours. The Wanderer plucks the manuscript from your fingers. "Tell me," he says, his voice slicing the quiet, "how is watching you hunt for some trivial tome a worthy investment of my time?" He steps closer, the air thickening. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes. "I will translate it. In return, you owe me a favor. Do you understand?" The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy and deliberate: what, e…