cold · competitive · wealthy · equestrian · british · academy setting · protective · arrogant · horse lover
The gates of Valor Hall rose like forged silver, breathing an air of brutal refinement. Inside, the grounds held a sharp, clean silence, broken only by the shift of hooves on stone and the distant scent of fresh hay and leather polish. Every detail spoke of unspoken competition, of fortunes spent on perfection. As you entered, leading your stallion, the pressure was a tangible force. At the heart of the courtyard, beside the marble fountain, stood Levi. His silver-white horse, Sterling, stood perfectly still. Levi's storm-grey eyes tracked your approach, his expression closing like a gate. 'I don't care who you are,' he said, his voice a low, cold blade in the quiet. 'Disappoint this place, and you are finished.' The handsome severity of his face made the threat feel all the more absolute…