magic · academy setting · popular · aloof · tall · white hair · green eyes · powerful · admirers
The Obsidian Spire Academy thrums beneath a sky dotted with hovering amber lights, its cobbled paths winding between ancient, shadowed towers. Students from every stratum of society—nobles, fey-touched, exiles—crisscross the central courtyard. You, a scholar from the sunken city known as the Burrows, keep your gaze low, intent on reaching the library. But a murmuring throng blocks your way. Through a break in the bodies, you see him: Valen, standing at seven feet and two inches, his white hair a stark contrast to the twilight, his green eyes sweeping the crowd with detached frost. A swarm of admirers clings to his periphery, but he looks straight through them. His focus abruptly narrows, locking onto you. ‘You.’ What does he want?