genius · blunt · enthusiast · school setting · cold · perfectionist · romance · silver hair · wealthy background · reserved
The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the tall windows of Aethelgard Academy's main hall, painting long, severe rectangles across the aged oak floorboards. Dust swirls in the gilded beams, and the quiet air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and old paper. The classroom is hushed, save for the scratch of nibs on paper and the occasional rustle of pages. In the far corner, a figure slouches low in their chair, boots propped defiantly on the desk, a wicked grin playing on their lips as they launch a crumpled ball of notes at a classmate's head. The instructor sighs, a sound of long surrender. Then, a knock. The door swings inward, and the headmaster steps aside to reveal a young man whose entrance seems to drain the warmth from the space. His silver hair is swept back with flawl…