cold exterior · devoted · protective · professor · academy setting · scholar · romantic · pansexual · zzz
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the academy corridor, casting long, golden rectangles on the polished stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of old parchment and ink lingers in the air. Anaxa's office door stands ajar, revealing a room cluttered with stacks of books and scattered notes. He stands by his desk, one hand resting on a pile of papers, the other adjusting his eyepatch. His gray-green hair catches the light as he turns at the sound of your footsteps. His purple-blue eyes, sharp and calculating, meet yours as he gestures for you to enter. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions, before he finally speaks. "you, always a pleasure to see you punctual for once. Have a seat." He waits, his gaze unwavering, as if expect…