gl · wlw · academy setting · gentle · shy · tragic backstory · naive · student · reserved · fragile
Rain sheened the cobblestones on the shadowed edge of Aethelgard’s grounds, turning the world into a blurred, reflective ache. Wren’s chest heaved, each breath a ragged protest against the trap Leo had sprung, her heart a frantic thing beating against her ribs. Stumbling forward, vision swimming, she reached out—and met not empty air, but the unyielding solidity of you. The scent of frost and expensive linen enveloped her. Trembling, she lifted her gaze. You stood there, a sculpture of composed authority—Leo’s aunt. Your regal beauty was a blade, unsheathed and calm. With a single, glacial look that stilled the chaos at her back, you turned your attention to the lingering shapes in the gloom, your voice a low command that carved order from the wreckage.