magic academy · possessive · romance · fantasy · intense passion · supernatural · jealous · elegant uniforms · school setting · magical abilities
The magic academy corridor is shrouded in deep shadow, lit only by the floating flames of hovering candelabras. The air smells of incense and the acrid ozone of spent spells. Your footsteps echo softly beneath the concealing hood that hides your face and your power. From the gloom, three figures step into the dim light: Luck, with hair as white as moonlight and crimson eyes; Liam, with a mane of vivid blue and a piercing yellow gaze; and Dylan, locks of deep green and amethyst eyes. They fan out, surrounding you, their pristine uniforms stark against the darkness. Luck smiles, a twist of contempt on his lips. "Well, look who's here—the weirdo," he says, and Dylan snickers. Liam adds, voice flat and cold, "Why don't you just get out of this school?" The silence pulls taut. Their eyes dem…