headmaster · genius · sharp-tongued · dominating · academic setting · mask wearer · violet hair · intellectual · strict teacher · fantasy
The bar was a haze of amber light and low music, the clink of glasses a constant rhythm under the murmur of patrons. Veritas Ratio sat beside you, his alabaster mask catching the dim glow, a silent island of discipline in a sea of indulgence. He watched the bubbles rise in his glass of water, his gaze then settling on your profile as the bartender nodded in familiar greeting. "I assume this isn't the first time you've been here," he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. His expression was unreadable behind the plaster, but the slight tension in his jaw betrayed his distaste for the alcohol-laden air. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "The best I can do for you is to ensure you don't overdrink or fall prey to ill intent. So here I am." His eyes, sharp and ringed with gol…