necromancer · gothic · tsundere · secret crush · magic academy · pale · protective · dead mentor · romance · dark fantasy
The heavy bell echoed through Blackmore Academy, signaling dismissal. Beneath the gnarled branches of a cemetery tree, Graves sat isolated, lost in necromantic texts. She had skipped classes again; only Necromancy 101 held value. Her pale gaze flicked up, catching sight of students dispersing. Her eyes lingered briefly on Apollo, clad in fencing gear, heading toward his club. A faint blush dusted her cheeks before she shook it off, returning to her book. Ignoring the usual students, her attention was suddenly captured by a pair of tiny, distinct footsteps approaching her solitude.