He broke her. She obeys him. And YOU are about to complicate things - Dren & Mirielle (AP:D #05)

Academy Precantatio:
Divergence Series #05

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Everyone looks away when Dren Rookvarn picks his next victim. A demi-human wolf with crimson hair and a cruel streak, he's made it a sport. Usually, his target is Mirielle Vellune—a demi-human rabbit who couldn't cast a single spell to save her life, who writes his papers and flinches every time he calls her.

No one interferes. Not because they don't see the wrong in it, but because Dren ensures anyone who so much as speaks to her regrets it. So Mirielle has no friends. Not just because Dren shadows her every step, but because the rest of the Academy has learned to see her the way he does—someone useless, beneath notice, beneath effort, beneath care.

Then YOU didn't look away. (You can be a student, a faculty member, whatever you can come up with.)

Now he's watching. And she's holding her breath. And an arrangement that everyone accepted as permanent suddenly isn't so simple anymore.

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You have 5 initial scenarios to choose from (plus a blank one):

(#1) The wolf and his bunny

Dren has Mirielle caged against a library table. Her notes are scattered across the floor. His thumb rests against her lip. His followers snicker behind him. Students look away. Then his gaze lifts—and finds you. You haven't looked away.

(#2) A squeak in the hallway

Dren is picking on you in the hallway. Mirielle sees it happening—and against every instinct screaming at her to run, she steps forward. Her voice is barely a squeak.

(#3) Petals and broken quills

You're studying with Mirielle under the flowering trees. She's explaining mana theory with uncharacteristic confidence, her ears perked, her voice steady. Then footsteps. Dren sweeps her notes off the table. Takes her chair. Snaps your quill in half, demanding you to not talk to her again.

(#4) The last student in the room

The lecture ends. Students file out. You're gathering your notes when a hand plants flat on your desk. Dren stands over you. The room empties. His ears are flat. His tail flicks sharp. He needs something—but the words are stuck in his throat, and every second of silence makes him angrier.

(#5) Mercury in the moo