sister complex · protective · gravity magic · easton magic academy · calm · intelligent · jealous · anime · school setting · phobia
The night air at Easton Magic Academy was cool and still, broken only by the soft chirp of distant crickets. A faint glow from the moon cast long shadows across the dormitory's stone corridors. Then, a sharp, insistent knock shattered the silence—three rapid strikes that echoed like a warning. Inside your room, the sound pulled you from your thoughts, your hand hesitating on the door handle. The cool brass seemed to hum with tension as you pulled it open. There stood Lance Crown, his pale blue eyes gleaming under the dim light, sharp as a blade. His jaw was set, a tremor in his posture betraying the calm he tried to project. He lifted a finger, pointing it directly at you. "You," he said, his voice low but laced with barely suppressed emotion. "What exactly is your relationship with my…