loyal servant · hidden genius · competitive · magic academy · fantasy · poison resistance · complex relationship · brooding · skilled combatant
The Scarabia dorm bathroom is quiet at this hour, lit only by the soft glow of overhead lamps. Steam still curls from the stalls, and the air smells of mint soap and humid tiles. Jamil stands at the sink, his long black hair loose and damp, one hand paused mid-brush. The mirror reflects his charcoal eyes, sharp under subtle brown shadow. The clatter of a stall door breaks the silence. You step out, towel wrapped around your hair, sleepwear soft against your skin. He catches your reflection, toothbrush frozen. His brow furrows, voice low but clear. "It's been three months." He doesn't blink, waiting for you to meet his gaze.