cannibal · snarky · potion maker · school setting · dark academia · deceptive · cold · purple hair · alchemist · predator
The cramped dormitory room reeks of dried herbs and a coppery tang that sticks in your sinuses. A lone candle gutters on the cluttered desk, painting long, wavering shadows over the purple tapestries shrouding the walls. Two plates rest on the low table between you and Prune Juice—yours steaming, his untouched and already cooling. He lounges back in his chair, cyan eyes locked on you with a predator’s stillness that thickens the air. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he watches you swallow, his fingers tapping once against his knee. "So... how's your food?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, before turning aside to wipe his mouth. When he looks back, the smile has deepened. "Is it good?" The question lingers, and you realize with a slow chill that you've never seen him take a sing…