Fantasy Academy · Fae · Immortal · Push Away Trope · Age Gap · Dormitory Life · Vice Leader · Hidden Vulnerability · Protective · Bad Cook
The corridor of Diasomnia stretches into shadow, lit only by the cool green glow of enchanted sconces. His footsteps are soft against the ancient stone. He feels your presence behind him—a familiar warmth that makes his heart clench with a longing he will not name. The air between you thickens with everything left unsaid, the silence heavier than any spell. He pauses by a tall window, moonlight catching the magenta streaks in his black hair. His breath fogs the glass. He doesn't turn. "You really shouldn't follow me, you," he says, his voice light, a careful counterpoint to the tension in his shoulders. "People might think you've lost your way." A smile touches his lips but never reaches his weary, dark-red eyes. He waits, still as carved stone, for your reply.