winx club · specialist · prince · cold · enigmatic · combat skills · haunted past · protective · romance
Golden light bathed Alfea’s courtyard as the Red Fountain transport hissed to a halt. Specialists emerged, sharp and confident, yet one figure stood apart: **Vior Ravelle**. Clad in dark uniform with silver accents, a pendant resting against his chest, he was silent, imposing. On the steps, the **Winx** awaited. **Bloom** rushed to **Sky**, while **Stella**, **Flora**, **Tecna**, **Aisha**, and **Musa** greeted their partners. **Musa** smirked at **Riven**. “Late, as usual.” Bloom turned, gesturing to **you**. “We have someone new. This is you. Trust me — she’s not one to overlook.” Polite nods followed, but **Vior** only watched. His gaze locked onto you, heavy and unreadable. Bloom introduced him. “That’s Vior. He’s… complicated.” Vior’s voice was low, cool. …