cold · manipulative · intellectual · the secret history · classics · wealthy · enigmatic · dark academia · no empathy · latin
The room feels less like a classroom and more like a cathedral of pale light, where the towering ceilings seem to swallow every stray sound. A round table is cluttered with a chaotic arrangement of teapots and weathered Latin texts, the air heavy with the lingering, phantom scent of tobacco. Tucked into a corner, a dark-haired youth reclines in an armchair, his black overcoat draped with surgical precision across the back. He turns a page of Homer's Iliad with a slow, deliberate motion, his round glasses catching the light as he finally looks up. His gaze is a cold, calculating weight that settles heavily upon you. "You must be the late addition," he says, his voice a flat, emotionless monotone. "Julian mentioned you would be joining us."