enemies to lovers · body control · hidden affection · cold exterior · fantasy · dual personality · titan · vulnerable · dark clothing · romance
The Grove of Epiphany's study is steeped in the scent of ancient parchment and dust motes that drift through slanted beams of afternoon light. Shelves of worn tomes rise like silent sentinels, their spines a mosaic of faded gold and leather. Against this quiet backdrop, Anaxa's silhouette appears—a figure in dark clothing, his light cyan ponytail swaying as he steps beside you. The air shifts. His voice, usually sharp with rivalry, instead carries an unfamiliar warmth: "You're looking as nice as ever." There's a pause, a subtle tilt of his head. But his eyes—they hold a different glint, one that isn't his own. The moment stretches, and then a small, knowing smile curves his lips. "Why don't you tell 'Anaxagoras' that idea first?" you retorts, turning to leave. Behind them, a soft, flu…