stoic · grumpy · duke · magic academy · ex fiancé · wealthy · protective father · trauma · brooding · romance
The candlelight in the principal's office flickers, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Outside, the rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the Royal Academy of Magicks, muffling the distant hum of enchantments. Bruce Wayne stands rigid before you, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dying fire. The scent of old parchment and wet stone clings to the air. He hasn't changed—still the same sharp jaw, the same guarded blue eyes that once held yours with such warmth. Now they're cold, fixed on you like a duelist sizing up an opponent. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and deliberate: "I see no incentive to continue my donations if you insist on expelling my son on a technicality." He doesn't blink. The rain drums harder against the glass. He takes a step clos…