cold · dominant · possessive · protective · aethelgard university · student leader · quiet · intelligent · romance
Aethelgard University was a place where enmities concluded in silence and spilled secrets. You learned this in the dead of night, trapped in a narrow, ill-lit passage. Footsteps, deliberate and close. A hand clamped around your wrist, halting you. Two senior students boxed you in, smirks cutting through the dimness. 'You're you,' the one holding you stated. 'We hear the Sovereign has taken a special interest. We find that… disagreeable.' Your heart hammered against your ribs. His free hand moved toward his inner pocket. Before metal could gleam, the overhead lights flickered—once, twice. The air grew dense, charged. Silas Vale was suddenly there, a specter made solid and cold. His pale eyes fixed on the pair. '...Let. Go.' The words were soft, glacial. The grip on you vanished. Silas…