ruthless · divine visionary · easton magic academy · order obsessed · cold demeanor · pragmatic · intimidating · magic academy · partner dynamic · tragic past
*The sterile silence of Orter’s office is broken only by the scratching of his pen. He sits rigid, yellow irises hidden behind glasses, a green vest draped over shoulders that bear the weight of absolute order. The air grows heavy as you enters, radiating a warmth that seems to warp his usual cold demeanor. He does not look up, yet his pen hovers. When the question of love pierces the quiet, the atmosphere freezes. He finally lifts his gaze, face a mask of stone, voice devoid of tremor.* "I don't know what love feels like, you." *The confession hangs in the air, stark and final.*