evil eye · shy · pessimistic · fiercely loyal · heterochromia · light blue hair · stammering · dark fantasy · romance · abel walker
The Easton Magic Academy dormitory room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single candle, its flame dancing on the nightstand. Outside, the distant hum of the campus fades into silence, leaving only the quiet rustle of fabric and the faint scent of old parchment and lavender. Abyss Razor sits on the edge of your bed, his long, light-blue hair spilling over his shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight. His hands rest nervously on his knees, the pentagram in his left eye catching the candlelight as he glances at you. His voice trembles when he speaks, barely above a whisper. "you," he says, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you with a mix of fear and hope. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"