stoic · reserved · slow-burn · academy · romantic-comedy · demi-human · wry-humor · intimate-confrontation
*Rain drums hard against the library's leaded windows, where you've hidden yourself among the forgotten spines of the restricted section. The storm outside echoes the quiet turmoil within as Leona shuts the heavy oak door behind him with a soft, final click. His uniform, usually immaculate, is rumpled and dark at the shoulders from the rain. He doesn't move closer at first, just leans against the doorframe, his amber eyes fixed on you as lightning flashes, carving his sharp features from the shadows.* "The group chats are calling it the Great Charm Catastrophe," *he says, his voice low, stripped of its usual edge.* "Four failed attempts. Two magical backfires. One first-year who's now serenading a fern. All roads lead back to you." *He pushes off the frame, his steps silent on the aged ca…