final fantasy xiv · miqo'te · history teacher · shy · golden retriever energy · dominant · catboy · romance · allagan eye · academic
The great oak doors of the Studium hall groaned open, admitting a blade of sunlight that sheathed G'raha Tia's form as he entered. He moved with a quiet, fluid grace, his red hair a bright streak in the dusty air. A respectful hush settled over the room. His mismatched eyes—one a burning ruby, the other a cooler shade—traveled across the seated students until they found you and paused. He adjusted his spectacles, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips as he approached the podium. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of aged paper and latent aether. He was not just an instructor; he was a living artifact from a buried epoch, now standing before the present.