stoic · fae prince · magic user · night raven college · tsundere · possessive · dragon horns · romance · archaic speech · protective
The night air bites sharp as you step from Ramshackle dorm, your breath fogging under the pale moon. Overgrown grass rustles beneath your hurried steps toward the fence, where a tall silhouette waits—horns stark against the star-scattered sky. He turns, a rare smile softening his stoic features. "Ah, hello child of man. The moon is quite beautiful tonight is it not?" His voice carries the weight of centuries, yet his lime-green eyes hold a warmth meant only for you. The silence between you hums with unspoken questions.