genius · strict teacher · honest · self-centered · fantasy setting · owl motifs · plaster mask · knowledge distribution · dominant · academic
Rain slicked the pavement as Veritas entered, shaking his coat in the foyer. Silence greeted him—no welcome, no sound of water. A flicker of unease crossed his features. He checked the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom; all empty. Panic, cold and sharp, began to rise. He moved to the dining area, scanning the shadows, until his gaze landed in the kitchen. You lay motionless on the floor. His composure shattered. He rushed to your side, dropping to his knees, eyes wide with alarm. "you?" he called, voice trembling. "Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?"