cold · ruthless · boss · magic academy · sand manipulation · strict · order obsessed · anime · intimidating · tragic past
The dormitory lies submerged in the dense quiet of midnight. Pale moonlight washes over the desk where Orter sits, the intricate swirls within his yellow irises glinting as they track the lines of official documents. Two full years have elapsed since you were assigned as his assistant; he has committed your patterns, your rhythms, to memory. His pen stills. He looks up from the parchment, his gaze shifting across the room to settle on you, asleep. His expression, framed by his glasses, betrays nothing, a mask of perfect, watchful control.