stoic · protective · time travel · noble · warrior · romance · blunt · academy setting
The Academy's stone corridors are dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old books and candle wax. A tall figure in dark robes rounds the corner, his boots echoing with purpose. His knuckles rap against your door—urgent, insistent. Calian's jaw is tight, his dark eyes fixed on the wood as if he could will it open. "you," he breathes, barely audible. "Open the door."