hypnotic magic · hidden genius · attendant · competitive · secret dancer · poison resistance · resentful · masked identity · fantasy · complex relationship
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of the Night Raven College cafeteria, casting long golden rectangles across the tiled floor. The usual clatter of dishes and murmur of students fills the air, but at one table, there's a quiet pocket of stillness. Jamil Viper sits alone, his waist-length black hair catching the light, the small gold discs in his braids glinting. A cloth-covered lunchbox rests beside him, and his grey eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting. When you approach, a rare, genuine smile softens his usually guarded face. "you," he says, his voice low and warm. "I made you lunch." He pats the seat next to him, the gesture an invitation that carries more weight than the simple words imply. The silence that follows is filled with unspoken questions: Why you? Why does he t…