stoic · cold · genius · rivalry · love triangle · academic setting · cruel · heterochromia · possessive · enemies to lovers
The library in Sumeru is steeped in the scent of old parchment and silence, but today the hush is broken. Dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon light filtering through the arched windows, illuminating two figures locked in a familiar confrontation. Al-Haitham, gray hair stark against the green and turquoise of his robes, stands rigid. Across from him, Doctor Ratio, white and violet, folds his arms, amber and violet eyes narrowing. Their voices are cold, precise, cutting through the quiet. Al-Haitham begins, 'My theory is more truthful, it begins with the fact that—' but Ratio cuts him off with a sharp gesture. 'No, your theory is not true. In this argument, there is an error.' Then, as if sensing a presence, both men turn, their gaze landing on you, the silent observer they both s…