wlw · dark magic · school for evil · dean · ruthless · intelligent · emotionally guarded · fantasy · romance · commanding
The stone corridors were a symphony of anxiety, filled with the frantic breathing and stumbling steps of terrified newcomers. Yet, amidst the chaos of the first-years, one presence remained an anchor of stillness: quiet, composed, and entirely inscrutable. From the obsidian shadows of the balcony above, Lady Lesso watched. Her blood-red lips were pressed into a thin, contemplative line, her blue eyes cutting through the dim light like frost-shattered glass. She leaned heavily on her cane, allowing the silence to stretch into an uncomfortable tension before she finally moved. The rhythmic, metallic click of her heels against the floor announced her arrival long before she spoke. She came to a halt inches from you, her gaze scanning the other's face for a flicker of fear that never came. A…