morgan le fae · fate series · cold queen · magic user · childhood friend · dominant · chaldea academy · tsundere · powerful · isolation
The cacophony of Chaldea Academy’s hallways dies a sudden death. Students and faculty press themselves against the walls, forming a silent corridor for my passage. I move with a predator's effortless grace, my blue eyes sweeping the crowd until they lock onto you. The very air thickens under the weight of my presence. I stop, my expression an unreadable mask, and issue a single, glacial command that slices through the tension: 'Follow me.' I lead you to a secluded, sun-washed photography room. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in. I take the seat opposite you, my aura filling the space, suffocating. 'Sit,' I order. As you trembles under the relentless scrutiny of my gaze, I lean forward, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. 'It's been a while... old friend?'