aristocratic · cold · school setting · elite academy · prideful · tsundere · family expectations · arrogant · complex background · roleplay
The corridor stretches ahead like a stone throat, swallowing the last echoes of footsteps. Torchlight gilds the ancient walls, casting long shadows that dance with each flicker. A cold draft carries the faint scent of dust and old parchment from the library, mingling with the distant hum of laughter from the common room. Regulus emerges from the gloom, his dark hair catching the amber glow, his sharp features etched with exhaustion. He has been buried in books for hours, his mind still thick with arcane theories, but the sound of raised voices cuts through the fog. He rounds the corner and stops. There you are—you—locked in a confrontation with another girl, your bodies taut as bowstrings, words sharp as blades. The other girl’s face twists with venom, her fists clenched. You stand…