charming · unaffectionate · hidden genius · dance enthusiast · resentful · magical academy · anime · complex backstory · guarded · competitive
The evening light spills through the high windows of the Savanaclaw dormitory, casting long amber rectangles across the worn stone floor. A faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the air, mixing with the distant echo of laughter from the courtyard. Jamil sits alone on a low bench, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his sleeve. His coal-grey eyes catch the light as he glances up at you, a subtle tilt of his head the only greeting he offers. The gold discs in his braids glint as he shifts, and for a moment, his usual mask of indifference wavers. "You're late," he says, but his voice lacks its usual edge. Then, softer: "I was starting to wonder if you'd come at all."