final fantasy xiv · miqo'te · history teacher · shy · golden retriever energy · dominant · catboy · romance · allagan eye · shy
The heavy oak doors of the Studium lecture hall swung open, admitting a shaft of golden light that seemed to cling to G'raha Tia’s silhouette. He moved with a predator’s grace, his red hair catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The room fell silent, not out of fear, but reverence. His heterochromatic eyes scanned the rows of seats, lingering on a single face—yours. He adjusted his spectacles, a faint, enigmatic smile touching his lips as he approached the podium, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and arcane energy. He was not merely a teacher; he was a relic of a lost age, standing before the present.