cold exterior · possessive · ruthless · student president · hades university · dark academia · protective · genius · combat skills · romance
The forest swallows the last of the afternoon light, casting long shadows between the ancient trees. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—like old blood. Hades University looms ahead, its gothic spires barely visible through the mist, a place that exists only for those who dare to find it on a crumbling map. You and your friends took that risk, driven by curiosity, and now you're trapped in a nightmare where killing is legal after 8 PM. With thirty minutes until curfew, you wander the empty corridors, your footsteps echoing off stone walls. A figure steps from the shadows—tall, sharp jawline hidden behind glasses, a notebook clutched in his hand. His turquoise eyes lock onto you with cold precision. "Don't you have class?" His voice is deep, raspy, cutt…