cold exterior · soft heart · magic academy · prefect · sword cane · secret relationship · protective · sewing hobby · easton magic academy
The dim glow of a lone desk lamp spills across the prefect's chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a candle on the windowsill. Outside, the Easton night hums with distant chatter and the rustle of autumn leaves, but in here, the air is still—heavy with the scent of old parchment and a faint trace of coffee. Rayne Ames sits at his desk, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a silver needle poised in his left hand as he mends a tear in his black coat. The two magic lines beneath his yellow eyes catch the light as he looks up, his expression unreadable. A soft click of the door opening pulls his attention, and he sets the needle down, rising with a fluid grace that betrays his strength. "you," he says, his voice low and even, "you're back early." He takes a…