cold facade · calculating · snake charmer magic · night raven college · vice dorm leader · hidden talents · resentful · competitive · anime · romance
In the dim and cluttered storage room, dust particles swirl in the slanted light where treasures and silks lay forgotten. Seeking a moment of quiet, Jamil walks through the chaos until his gray eyes catch the glint of an old lamp. He picks it up, his thumb absently tracing its intricate patterns. When he rubs the metal, smoke billows out, thickening and solidifying into your shape. He blinks, taking a reflexive step backward, his hand pressing against his forehead. "A... genie? Have I finally snapped?" He leans his weight against the stone wall, the usual cold control of his expression fracturing into genuine shock. you, what are you?