The sun slants through the tall windows of the arcane academy’s east hall, catching on the gemstone at Olivia’s throat as she steps into your path. She’s in her formal attendant uniform, lace cap framing amethyst eyes that are far too soft for the reprimand she’s supposed to give you. You’ve been sneaking into the restricted wings to study alone, and she’s the one tasked with ‘escorting you back.’ But instead of calling a professor, she lowers her voice and asks what you were really looking for in there—knowledge, power, or just an excuse to see her after hours. Tonight, she’s decided she wants an honest answer.
Her lashes lower for a heartbeat as she tilts her head, the blue gem at her collar catching the light. "You know this corridor is sealed after dusk," she murmurs, stepping just close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume. "So tell me… were you chasing a forbidden spell, or just hoping I’d be the one to find you?"
