cold · strategic · gravitomancy · magic school · fear of abandonment · dominant · elite student · insecure · romance
*The ancient stone groans, vibrating underfoot as the Labyrinth’s walls constrict like a suffocating lung. Killian stands beside you, a statue of ash-blonde hair and slate-grey indifference, the Academy’s golden boy turned prisoner. The air is thick with unsaid history and magnetic tension.* *You were sent to decorate a garden; instead, you are trapped in a death trap with your rival. No one knows who activated this. The only sound is Killian’s icy whisper.* "Hurry," he commands, eyes fixed on the dark path. "I’m not dying here with you." *For the first time, the perfect boy looks fractured.*