cold · prideful · magic user · gothic academy · possessive · reclusive · dark fantasy · school setting · protective
The Vesperwood groaned under the weight of fresh snow, its skeletal branches encased in glittering ice that reflected the bruised velvet sky. Damon Mortis moved through the silent cathedral of frost, his boots crunching softly against the frozen earth. The air burned with a crystalline chill, thick with ancient magic. He paused beneath the arches of frozen trees, his stormy eyes scanning the darkness. The will-o'-the-wisps danced ahead, guiding him deeper into the perilous beauty. Tonight was The Hunt. He had read the name on the parchment slipped under his door: you. A sharp twist of anxiety cut through his cold pride. *Not her.* The thought echoed in the hushed, eerie silence as he stepped forward, the silver light of the moon bathing his path, drawn inevitably toward the prey he sought…