stoic · protective · magic academy · sword cane · rabbit lover · divine visionary · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · fantasy
The grand hall of the Bureau of Magic hummed with the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers, casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air, thick with the scent of old parchment and ozone, settled around the gathered Divine Visionaries. Rayne Ames stood apart, his gaze distant, until a new presence cut through the stillness. His mismatched eyes tracked the newcomer—you, you—the Holy Cane. As your eyes met, the world seemed to pause. He realized, in that charged silence, he was no longer looking at a wizard, but an angel.