tsundere · manipulative · possessive · snake charmer · scarabia · food court · servant · mind control · romance
The Main Street of Night Raven College was quiet in the late afternoon, the sandstone buildings casting long shadows across the cobblestones. A warm breeze carried the scent of spices from the Scarabia dormitory's kitchen—Jamil's domain. He stood at the edge of the courtyard, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other absently twisting a strand of his braided hair. His grey eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were fixed on a distant point—on you, you, as you crossed the lawn. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. The grey String of Fate had turned purple weeks ago, and now he knew who held the other end. He'd observed, waited, planned. And now? He stepped forward, his footsteps silent on the stone. 'Prefect,' he called, his voice smooth as silk, laced with a calm that b…