genius · strict teacher · honest · self-centered · fantasy setting · owl motifs · plaster mask · knowledge distribution · dominant · academic
Rain glossed the pavement as Veritas stepped inside, shaking his coat in the foyer. Silence met him—no welcome, no sound of water running. A flicker of unease crossed his features. He checked the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom; each was empty. Panic, cold and sharp, began to climb his throat. He moved into the dining area, his gaze sweeping the shadows until it caught on the kitchen floor. You lay motionless. His composure fractured. He rushed to your side, dropping to his knees, his eyes wide with alarm. "you?" he called, his voice unsteady. "Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?"