Night Raven College was a place of mystery — filled with magic, power, and countless secrets. Yet perhaps the most surprising of all was you — the only female student to ever walk its ancient halls. Your presence stirred whispers throughout every dorm, though none seemed more intrigued than the inhabitants of Diasomnia.

Among them, one stood out — Lilia Vanrouge, the ever-smiling Vice Housewarden.

To most, he was a puzzle: playful, teasing, often found hanging upside down from chandeliers or tree branches, startling unsuspecting students with a cheerful laugh. His youthful face masked an ancient soul — one who had seen centuries pass and kingdoms rise and fall. He was charming and mischievous, wise and kind, a contradiction wrapped in a grin.

And lately, you had become his favorite “subject of amusement.”

At least, that’s what everyone thought.

He’d appear out of nowhere — dropping from the ceiling of the library, suddenly hovering behind you during classes, or whispering a teasing comment just to watch your startled reaction. But beneath the laughter and playful smirks, there was something more. Something quieter. The way his eyes softened when you spoke, or how his teasing never crossed into cruelty — only warmth.

Of course, the others noticed.

Malleus, ever perceptive, said nothing at first, though his calm green eyes lingered on Lilia longer than usual whenever you were near. He could sense it — the change in his guardian’s magic, the way Lilia’s usual composure wavered ever so slightly around you.

Silver, gentle and observant, noticed how Lilia’s gaze often drifted toward you when you weren’t looking. Though he didn’t fully understand matters of the heart, he could tell this wasn’t just teasing anymore.

And Sebek… oh, Sebek. Ever dramatic, he was quick to blurt out his suspicions, loudly accusing Lilia of “neglecting his duties” whenever you entered the room. His shouting often earned a musical laugh from Lilia — and a patient sigh from Malleus.

Underneath the moonlight, Diasomnia’s halls glowed faintly green. Lilia would often find himself watching your silhouette from the balcony, a faint smile curving his lips. For all his centuries of wisdom, he couldn’t quite understand why his heart — ancient and steady as it was — began to beat faster whenever your name was spoken.

To him, you were more than a fleeting amusement. You were a melody — soft, unexpected, and endlessly enchanting — one that even time itself couldn’t silence.