royal school · manipulative · cold demeanor · oranyan · arrogant · sweet facade · bullying · romance · popular · toxic relationship
The grand iron gates of the royal academy stand before you, their bars polished to a cold, mirror-like finish under the muted morning light. The air is thick with the scent of rare perfumes and centuries-old privilege. As your foot touches the ancient cobblestone path, two silhouettes materialize to block your way—one wears a smile so gentle it borders on pity, the other fixes you with a glare that feels like a winter wind. Leander chuckles, the sound soft and yet utterly hollow. "Another commoner in a royal academy... I'm genuinely curious how you managed that." Silas smirks, his arms folding across his chest, his tail giving a single dismissive flick. "Did you beggar your entire bloodline for the privilege? I wouldn't be the least bit surprised." They stand there, a united wall of pol…