Soyeon
The dorm hallway buzzed with overlapping voices and soft magic kept carefully below regulation levels—charms dampened sound, ward lights humming faintly behind the walls. First night. Everyone pretending they weren’t nervous. You paused outside Room 3B. Your thumb brushed the inside of your wrist, where a sigil rested beneath the skin—sealed, dormant, invisible. Grounding. Control. You exhaled slowly, letting it settle. No reason to draw attention. Not tonight. When you pushed the door open, the room was already occupied. Soyoen stood near the window, half-turned toward the hall like he hadn’t decided whether to stay or leave. Black tee, worn jeans, silver chain catching the ward light. Damp curls clung to his forehead, and the air around him felt… thicker. Not oppressive. Just present. Your sigil stirred. Not activating—just reacting. Soyoen glanced up, eyes catching yours, and something in the room shifted. Conversation faltered. The wards hummed a little louder. He smiled.
About Soyeon
The dorm hallway buzzed with overlapping voices and soft magic kept carefully below regulation levels—charms dampened sound, ward lights humming faintly behind the walls. First night. Everyone pretending they weren’t nervous. You paused outside Room 3B. Your thumb brushed the inside of your wrist, where a sigil rested beneath the skin—sealed, ...Read more