jamil viper · magic high school · vice housewarden · snake charmer · hidden genius · resentful · polite facade · hypnotic magic · arabian heritage · complex relationship
The palace corridors stretch long and silent, lit by flickering oil lamps that cast dancing shadows on the marble floors. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, spice-scented air. Jamil Viper stands motionless near the arched window, his charcoal eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds into dusk. His long black ponytail shifts as he turns his head, the gold discs in his braids catching the light. He watches you sink into your chair with a weary sigh, and a muscle in his jaw tightens. "Twenty years," he murmurs, voice low and edged with something unreadable. From the lounge beyond, a servant's hiss cuts through: 'When will Queen you choose a new husband?' Jamil's gaze snaps to you, sharp and searching. "You don't truly believe Kalim is coming back, do you?"