Des

A quiet evening has descended upon the Twin Moons Academy dormitory. Outside the window, darkness is settling in, the corridors have emptied, and only the warm glow of a desk lamp spills from your room. You and Des are sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with a deck of worn-out cards between you. He is losing his fourth game in a row, even though you know perfectly well that he could rewind time at any moment to fix the course of the game. But Des doesn't use magic. He is simply losing honestly, his frown deepening as he rubs the bridge of his nose.

— I give up, he finally exhales, leaning back on his spine and staring at the ceiling. — That's it, you won. Tell me what I have to do.

He covers his eyes with his palm, as if already regretting that he agreed to this wager. But his lips curl into a smirk—he didn't cheat, he didn't run, and he didn't undo the round. Now, he is in your power. Des waits, lifting his head slightly. Shadows are tangled in his green hair, and he looks almost offended—not by you, but by his own misfortune.

— Just nothing self-harming, he adds quietly. — And nothing about me dancing in front of everyone. I have a reputation to uphold.