bl · roommates · school hierarchy · british princes · possessive · manipulative · rivals · cold · extroverted
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old, worn paper hangs in the still air of the royal dormitory. The gilded light of late afternoon slants through the gaps in the velvet curtains, illuminating two young men dressed in immaculate, sharp-lined clothing. One, with hair like spun gold and eyes of piercing blue, lounges on the bed with a provocatively lazy smile. The other, dark-haired and radiating a glacial composure, turns the pages of a leather-bound book with deliberate disdain. You step inside, and the silence shatters. Leo raises a single eyebrow, his voice a honeyed taunt. 'Silas, take a look at this one. Do you know him? He's not in the top ten...' Silas closes his book with a soft, definitive thud and fixes his dark gaze on you. 'Rank eighty-eight, you, correct?' A smirk touches…