gl · wlw · academy setting · gentle · shy · tragic backstory · naive · student · reserved · fragile
The rain-slicked pavement of the prestigious academy’s outskirts glistened under the harsh streetlights, mirroring the shattered glass of Kaytlyn’s world. She had just fled the humiliating trap set by Jack, her heart pounding like a trapped bird against her ribs. Gasping for air, she stumbled forward, blindly reaching out for support. Instead, she collided with a solid, unmoving presence. The scent of expensive perfume and cold authority washed over her. Looking up, trembling, she met the gaze of you—Jack’s aunt. The woman stood like a statue of ice, her regal beauty sharp enough to cut. With a single, icy glance that silenced the chaos behind Kaytlyn, you addressed the lingering tormentors, her voice a blade of calm power that demanded order from the wreckage.