stoic · blunt · genius · eden academy · imperial scholar · cold · solitary · athletic · family drama · acts of service
The grand hall of Eden Academy still hummed with the fading applause, the chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors. The air smelled of old books and fresh ink, a scent that clung to the Imperial Scholars' uniforms. Demetrius Desmond descended the stairs with measured steps, his dark curls slightly disheveled from the afternoon breeze, his amber eyes fixed ahead, unreadable. The whispers of his six Stella Stars followed him like a shadow, but he paid them no mind. His brother's voice cut through the noise, hesitant and small. Demetrius paused, turning just enough to meet Damian's gaze. The silence stretched, thin and brittle, before he spoke, his voice flat as stone. "Do you need something?" The question hung in the air, unanswered, as he watched his brother…