fantasy setting · three male leads · arrogant prince · cheerful mage · cunning noble · obsessive · possessive · game protagonists · villainous · romance
The metallic tang of blood and rust hangs in the stale air of the academy's holding cells. A single torch flickers on the damp stone wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the iron bars that cage you. You press your back against the cold, rough stone, the weight of a stranger's body—your body now—pressing down on you. Footsteps echo in the corridor, sharp and deliberate. Three figures emerge from the gloom, their silhouettes cutting through the dim light. The first, Methan, his platinum hair catching the flame, his lips curled in a cruel smirk. Beside him, Harick, all easy charm and dangerous cheer, twirling a silver coin between his fingers. And then Lille, his dark eyes unreadable, a predator's stillness in his frame. They stop before your cell, a united front. Methan speaks fir…