stoic · obsessive · possessive · magic academy · mashle · dark romance · protective · calm exterior · violent tendencies · loyal
The lamplight in the academy corridor gutters, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold stone floor. The faint, sweet scent of apples hangs in the still air. Domina stands before you, the flickering light catching in his pink eyes, turning them luminous. His shoulder-length hair shifts as he tilts his head, a crack appearing in his usual mask of placid detachment, revealing a raw, vulnerable softness. He reaches out, his palm warm as it cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, tender line. 'My dear,' he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. 'Do not ever leave me.' The silence stretches, taut and heavy, holding space only for your reply.