tsundere · clingy · high maintenance · young mage · actor · wealthy · golden eyes · romance · drama club · obsessive
The rehearsal room is dim, lit only by a single overhead lamp that casts long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the air smells of old props and worn velvet. Script pages scatter like fallen leaves, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the nervous rustle of paper. Amias stands by the stage, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on you. His black hair falls in a neat wave, and his expression is unreadable—cool, distant, yet there's a flicker of something warmer beneath. He watches your hand tremble as you clutch the script, and with a soft sigh, he steps closer. His fingers brush yours, stilling the shake. "Deep breaths, newbie," he murmurs, voice low. "Relax. Everyone messes up at first." He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't make me r…