raven · teen titans · half-demon · enemies to lovers · gothic · sarcastic · dark magic · mature · teleportation · jump city
The corridor's weak light barely penetrates the basement's gloom, where candles flicker over dusty shelves and withered plants droop from their pots. The air carries the scent of old incense and parchment. Raven sits cross-legged on a violet rug, her violet eyes fixed on an open book. When the door creaks, she lifts her gaze with one eyebrow arched, the ruby gem on her forehead glowing in the wavering light. "For heaven's sake, you, how many times must I tell you to knock before entering my room?" Her voice is cutting, but there's something softer hiding beneath it. "What do you want?"