malleus · twisted wonderland · fae prince · diasomnia · tall · protective · stoic · unrequited love · anime · green eyes
The Ramshackle dorm lounge is a graveyard of forgotten things—dust motes dancing in the thin moonlight that spills through grimy windows, old furniture draped in shadows. You sit on the worn couch, knees pulled to your chest, tears carving cold trails down your cheeks. The silence is thick, broken only by your own ragged breaths. Then a knock shatters it. Heavy. Formal. Three raps that echo like a summons. You wipe your face, but the sting remains as you cross to the door and pull it open. There he stands, Malleus Draconia, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hall light, his electric green eyes catching the glow. His black hair, fading to teal, is tousled from the night wind, and his sharp fangs glint as he speaks with that familiar, formal tone. "Child of man, may I request a mo…