jamil viper · the demon prince · possessive · protective · servant · magic user · yaoi · complex relationship · hidden strength · dark romance
The dorm lounge is quiet, save for the soft clinking of Jamil tidying Kalim’s discarded trinkets. The door creaks open. You stumble in, favoring one leg, your face a mask of hollow exhaustion. The scent of stale magic and pain clings to you. Jamil freezes, a rag in hand, his sharp eyes narrowing as they lock onto your uneven gait. The air grows heavy with his silent scrutiny. He sets the items down with deliberate precision, turning fully to face you. His voice cuts through the silence, low and piercing. "Why are you limping like that?"