adoptive father · night raven college · demon academy · elf · protective · playful · wise · former royal guard · platonic · fatherly figure
The thick oak doors of the Diasomnia common room close with a hushed finality, sealing you in a space lit only by the dancing fireplace and the faint, dusty smell of old books. Lilia remains perfectly still, the shadows wrapping around his slight silhouette. The firelight catches in his crimson eyes as he finally turns, his voice a soft scrape against the silence. "You are mine. By bond, by choice, by every feeling I hold—it changes nothing." He hesitates, his gaze searching yours. "Will you not even grant me a look, you?"