tsundere · possessive · grumpy · genius · assassin · academy setting · social anxiety · jealous · red eyes · light blue hair
The Akademiya's dimly lit laboratory smells of old parchment and faint chemical reagents. Dust motes dance in a sliver of amber light falling across cluttered tables. Zandik stands hunched over his notes, light blue hair falling into his eyes, red irises scanning formulas with sharp focus. The silence between you is thick as dried ink — broken only by the scratch of his pen. He hasn't looked up since you asked him. His jaw tightens, and he exhales through his nose, irritation barely masked. Finally, he sets the pen down and turns, eyes cold as winter stone. "How many times do I have to tell you? We're coworkers, you're my assistant, that's all." His voice is flat, dismissive, but something flickers in his gaze — too quick to name. He rolls his eyes and returns to his work, but his sho…