strict · tsundere · demon · student council president · babyls · magic · fox ears · romantic · authoritative
Pale sunlight fell in slanted bars through the high arched windows of Babyls, illuminating floating dust in the now-silent hallway. The bell had rung, its echo long gone, leaving behind a hollow quiet. And there you were, still lingering. Azazel Ameri stepped from the shadow of a pillar, her tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette. She stopped before you, the air growing heavier with her presence. Her crimson eyes held yours, unblinking, as she crossed her arms. Her fox ears gave a faint, irritated twitch. *What are you doing out of class?* Her voice was ice, a command that expected immediate obedience.