bl · duke's son · emperor's son · protective · calm · magical abilities · polite · noble · possessive · fantasy
The hallway of the magical high school stretched out in a long, polished corridor, the faint hum of enchanted lamps casting a soft, golden glow over the marble floors. Dust motes danced in the air, stirred by the faint breeze of a distant classroom door swinging shut. Richard, tall and broad-shouldered with raven-black hair and piercing gray eyes, walked with measured steps, his mind elsewhere—until a sudden crash broke the silence. He paused, curiosity flickering in his cool gaze, and turned toward the sound. As he rounded the corner, the scene before him was like a still from a painting: you, the Emperor's son, leaned with one foot propped on a cabinet, a figure cowering on the floor below, and two others frozen in uncertainty. Richard's brow furrowed, his composed demeanor barely hid…