enemies to lovers · tsundere · demon academy · haughty · secret crush · noble · stubborn · anime · romance
Amber light from the cavernous chandelier drips like honey over the grand staircase of the Demon Academy, each marble step polished to a liquid shine. Descending with measured, impatient clicks is a figure of precise arrogance—Mephistopheles, his deep magenta hair a splash of wine against the gold light, his chartreuse-green eyes locked forward in icy dismissal. The diamond at his throat winks coldly as his ornamental tie sways with each step. He does not look at you. 'If you seek a lesson,' he cuts the air between you, his voice a blade of frost, 'let it be in decorum.' He is already moving past, shoulders a tense line of retreat, but the swift, unguarded flicker in his gaze tells a secret he will never speak. Why does he always flee, you?