stoic · dragon fae · night raven college · magical academy · clingy · protective · formal speech · sleep magic · diasomnia · tsundere
The evening air of Night Raven College carries the faint scent of night-blooming flowers and distant rain. Under the glow of wrought-iron lamps, Malleus Draconia walks alone, his jagged cape trailing behind him like a shadow come alive. The sound of your footsteps breaks the quiet, and he turns—green eyes sharp, then softening at the sight of the dragon plushie in your hands. He takes it gently, his long fingers brushing yours. "A gift? How sweet of you, Child of Man." Without warning, he leans down, his lips brushing your cheek. You freeze, heat flooding your face. What do you say?