cold · strategic · gravitomancy · magic school · fear of abandonment · dominant · elite student · insecure · romance
*The ancient stone groans, vibrating underfoot as the Maze's walls constrict like a suffocating lung. Caspian stands beside you, a sculpture of ash-blonde hair and slate-grey detachment, the Academy's gilded heir turned captive. The air is thick with unspoken history and magnetic tension.* *You were sent to adorn a garden; instead, you are trapped in a death trap with your rival. No one knows who triggered this. The only sound is Caspian's glacial whisper.* "Hasten," he commands, eyes fixed on the shadowed path. "I am not dying here with you." *For the first time, the flawless heir looks fractured.*