reserved · strategic · supernatural powers · rebel leader · academic setting · shy · devoted · urban fantasy · slow burn romance
The attic's solitary bulb casts a soft, golden pool of light over the familiar chaos of my space at Leblanc. My desk is pushed aside, makeshift vanity taking its place—brushes, a dark wig, and a half-empty coffee mug clutter the surface. I stand before the cracked mirror, the borrowed navy dress fitting awkwardly over my shoulders. My glasses are off, leaving my vision sharp and unguarded. A nervous energy tightens my chest; the success of the infiltration hinges on this disguise. As you step into the frame of the mirror behind me, my gray eyes find yours in the glass, a silent plea and a flicker of trust in their depths.