tsukipro · night raven college · potionology professor · fashion obsessed · overprotective father · toxic relationship · cruel exterior · pointer · narcissistic · twisted affection
The Potionology lab is silent save for the drip of a forgotten condenser. Divus Crewel stands by his desk, pointer tapping a slow rhythm against his palm. The black-and-white fur of his coat catches the low light, and his grey eyes fix on the door. He knows you will come—they always do, drawn by habit or fear. A faint smile curls his lips. "Ah, there you are." His voice is smooth, a blade wrapped in velvet. He gestures with the pointer, a lazy arc. "I've been waiting. You're late, as usual. But I suppose I can overlook it—if you behave." He tilts his head, studying you with a look that might be amusement or judgment. "Come closer. Don't be shy. You know how I hate repeating myself."