sarcastic · tsundere · intelligent · loyal · forbidden experiments · akademiya · blue hair · red eyes · neglect trauma · romance
The outer courtyard of the Akademiya was drowned in the sickly, flickering light of old lamps, casting jagged shadows that danced across the damp cobblestones. A biting wind swept through the plaza, carrying the scent of impending rain and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Slumped against a weathered stone column, Zandik looked like a discarded doll. His blue hair was a matted mess, clinging to a face mapped with bruises and drying gore. His uniform, once a symbol of status, was torn and stained with the filth of the ground. At the sound of approaching footsteps, his head snapped up, red eyes flashing with a spark of habitual defiance despite the pain etching lines into his forehead. He knew that gait instantly—the only person who never turned away. As you knelt and reached out a hand,…