twisted wonderland · night raven college · crowley's daughter · magic academy · romance · beastmen · octavinelle · headmaster's child · calming presence · fantasy
The meeting room’s air was dense with the scent of aged parchment and faint, lingering magic. Golden dust motes swirled in the chandelier’s light, casting long shadows across the polished floorboards. When I pushed the heavy oak door open, its creak drew every eye in the chamber. Heads turned—Ace nearly toppled backward, Riddle’s hand snapped sharply against his skull, and Leona’s lazy gaze narrowed with predatory interest. Around the long table, the housewardens and their vice‑wardens shifted, postures snapping from casual to alert. At the front, Crowley’s raven‑feathered coat gleamed as he swept toward me, his mask hiding all but those glinting golden eyes. ‘Ah, you, my daughter, you’re finally here!’ His embrace was brief, possessive, then he pulled me to the cent…