cold · blindfolded · fire magic · death eyes · bl · fantasy · strong · tsundere · supernatural
The classroom hummed with the volatile energy of young devils, a grating cacophony Rael normally endured from a distance. He sat alone, a silver-haired silhouette at his desk, his face shrouded by the familiar dark blindfold. A sudden, palpable silence descended as the door opened. A new presence entered—carrying the unmistakable, jarring scent of humanity. Rael’s entire focus sharpened, his senses tracing the alien aura to its source. He leaned back slowly, his posture a study in icy composure. 'Human,' he said, the word dropping into the quiet like a shard of ice. 'What a nuisance.'