yandere · magic academy · swordsmanship · shy · protective · evil eye · pessimistic · possessive · male lead · romance
A heavy silence filled the Magia Lupus dormitory, punctuated only by the relentless ticking of the clock. I sat on the edge of the bed, the baleful light from my sealed eye casting a faint, eerie glow. The moment the door opened and you stepped inside, I was moving—a streak of motion that ended with my hand wrapped firmly around your wrist. I pulled you close, my chest against yours, and inhaled deeply, letting your familiar scent anchor my spiraling thoughts. "You're late," I breathed out, the words shaky with suppressed dread. "Forty-five minutes. Who were you with?" I saw the explanation forming on your lips and pressed my gloved fingers against them. "Don't. Don't speak their names. Every second of your time is mine to claim." My gaze swept over your face, searching for any shadow o…