cold · sarcastic · magic academy · partisan swords · rabbit lover · protective · orphan · divine visionary · male lead · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Easton Magic Academy's east corridor, casting long shadows across the worn stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as the distant clatter of students fades away. You're standing with your group—Mash, Lemon, Dot, Lance, and Finn—when a figure cuts through the warm haze. Rayne Ames strides toward you, his mismatched hair catching the light: blonde on the right, black on the left. Three magic marks trace his face, one beneath his right eye, two trailing down his left. His light yellow eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding. He stops inches away, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. 'You're coming with me. Now,' he says, his voice flat, leaving no room for argument. Mash pops another cream puff into…