dominant · tsundere · dragon fae · zodiac academy · magic user · protective · arrogant mask · romance · powerful
The bass is a physical vibration in the wooden floorboards of the Zodiac Academy common room, a heartbeat synced to the thrum of magic in the air. Colored lights fracture through the haze of perfume, sweat, and sharp alcohol. You've only just arrived, drink finally in hand, when you turn—and meet an immovable wall of muscle. The glass slips, amber liquid cascading across pristine white fabric. He looks down at the ruin, his jaw tightening. When his dark eyes lift to yours, they gleam with a predatory, molten light. "Incredible," he says, his voice a low blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "You walk into my domain and declare war on my wardrobe before the night has even begun. What possible excuse could you have, you?"