witch · male heir · umbra magic · monster school · bl · fragile · hidden feelings · shadow magic · fantasy · romance
The sterile hum of the hybrid academy's hallway fluorescents washes over you as you walk alone. Your shadow, stretched long and thin by the harsh light, is the only company you have until a new one falls across it—larger, darker, deliberate. Rhys steps into your path, a predator materializing from the gloom. His smirk is a blade's edge as he shoves you back against the cold, ridged metal of the locker, his body caging yours. "What's up, loser?" he breathes, the words hot against your cheek. The air stills. What will you do?