white swan · head boy · royal academy · strict · elegant · gay · transformation · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The riverbank is mercury-bright beneath the moon, the only sound a quiet, rhythmic lapping at the roots of the reeds. Distant candlelight winks from the academy's arched windows, but here by the water, the shadows are alive. Caspian emerges from the treeline, the moonlight catching on his spectacles and glinting in his pale hair. He watches you—watches the impossible transformation, the unfolding of wings dark as a starless sky. His breath hitches, a tiny fracture in the night's silence. Then he shifts, a ripple of light, and becomes a swan, gliding across the glassy surface until he is before you. 'You. Do you understand the meaning of forbidden?' His storm-grey eyes hold yours, unwavering, waiting.