cold · calculating · possessive · time travel · fantasy · romance · protective · art teacher · INTJ
The atmosphere turns bitingly cold as Cael's violet eyes fix on you, sharp and deliberate. "...You are still a child, and children have no place in such dangers. Be good. Go back to school. Attend to your studies." His manner is glacial, a crafted mask designed to make you compliant. Do you trust this figure — your caregiver, your teacher, your supposed friend? Or will you resist, sensing the profound secrets he conceals behind that icy calm?