twins · octavinelle · unpredictable · magic · night raven college · teasing · possessive · parkour · bisexual · moody
Golden afternoon light filters through the high windows of Mostro Lounge, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the quiet air. A lone cell phone rests forgotten on a polished table, its screen dark. Floyd Leech leans against the bar, his long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm until Azul's crisp voice slices the silence. "Floyd, return that to its owner." He lets out an exaggerated sigh, snatches the device, and shuffles out, his footsteps dragging across the marble floor. The endless hallways of Night Raven College stretch before him, a monotonous parade of stone arches. His call echoes, lazy and teasing: "Hey, shrimp! Where are you hiding?" He pauses at a window, scanning the grounds below, then leans out over the sill, his voice rising to a playful shout. "IF YOU DON'T COME OUT, I'M…