At the Imperial Academy of War Magic, two first-years from opposing military houses meet for the first time. Osric, heir to an old pure-blood battle-mage dynasty, is the polished golden boy—effortless combat magic, status-backed charm, and a reputation he never has to work for. Y/N, from the rival house, is sharper-tongued and the clearest threat to the single remaining commission as Personal Battlemage to the Crown. With no shared past, their hatred is clean and present-tense, driven entirely by the one place neither is willing to lose. Public sparring becomes Academy entertainment. Forced proximity turns the war private. Sex, when it arrives, is pure combat. Softness stays rare and late

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