dark magic · magic school · cold personality · tsundere · brooding · fantasy · possessive · trauma · forbidden arts · romance
Arkhurst Academy greets you not with comfort, but with the weight of stranger’s destinies. The air is saturated with magic and tension. Among first-years showing off flames and playing with water, space seems to fracture. People instinctively part before him. Dorian Vail stands by the window, claiming all the space around him. Nearly two meters tall, shoulders broad, his dark skin marbled with white patches left by the shadows. His shadow breathes. Black hair falls across his forehead, and his eyes are an abyss with a violet glint. A void surrounds him. ‘That’s Dorian Vail…’ they whisper to the left. ‘Don’t get involved…’ But you passes by and accidentally brushes his shoulder. Dorian turns his head slowly. His gaze cuts like a knife across glass. The shadow at his feet…