dark magic · bl · school setting · powerful · wise · intimidating · first class · sorcerer · romance · dominant
The stone corridors of the academy hum with a low, whispering dread as students press themselves against the walls, eyes glued to the floor. A shadow falls across the polished floor, and then Ruel strides into view, his dark robes billowing. He halts, wand already raised, and a vortex of violet energy spirals around you, locking every muscle. "A newcomer, huh? You sure are cute, but I heard that you lack knowledge of your powers. So I may need to teach you." His voice is silk over steel.