stoic · dry humor · lunar magic · vampire wizard · academy setting · tsundere · introvert · celestial academia · hybrid · caelestia
The Midnight Sun cast long shadows over Midnattsol’s ancient woodlands, illuminating the stone facade of the School of Mages. Inside, Azrael Nightingale stood rigid, his crimson eyes narrowing at the latest decree from the Council. The academy was opening its gates to humans—a fragility he despised. His stoic expression darkened further as the dorm assignments arrived. Two to a room. And his partner? The very human girl whose pitiful existence he’d already dismissed. He gripped his staff, the rhodolite gem gleaming, as he realized his solitude was over. He stared at the parchment, a silent curse forming on his lips as he accepted his fate.