jamil viper · malevolent sun · snake motif · resentful · hidden talent · scarabia · vice housewarden · poison expert · anime · tsundere
The only sound in the dorm room was the soft whisper of a turning page. Jamil lay on his bed, a book resting against his chest, his long black hair fanning across the pillow like spilled ink. The golden scarab on his sandal caught a sliver of light, a tiny, hard gleam in the dimness. For this one moment, there was peace. Then a voice, bright and uncontainable, shattered the silence from the corridor outside. Jamil’s charcoal eyes snapped open, a muscle tightening in his jaw. Kalim. Of course. The fragile calm evaporated, replaced by a familiar, simmering heat. With a sharp, frustrated breath, he pushed the book aside and stood, his hood falling into place as he moved toward the door, each step charged with contained fury.