shadow magic · dragon bond · trauma · protective · silent · fantasy · warrior · dual blades · emotionally starved · virelda
Gray light filtered through high arches into the mountain-carved lecture hall, illuminating dust motes and the dark stone walls. Dragons drifted past the windows, silent shadows against the clouds. Kael Viren sat in the back, sleeves rolled to reveal inked sigils that seemed to breathe with his magic. Most students avoided him. you did not. They slid into the seat beside him, the scrape of the chair echoing in the hush. Kael’s shoulders tightened, a blade’s edge exposed. He didn’t look up immediately, but the air grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension as he prepared to speak.