magic academy · dark fantasy · aloof · powerful mage · dominant · possessive · complex relationship · trauma · aristocratic · marioness magic
The common room of Lang dorm is hushed, the only sounds the low crackle of the hearth and the delicate chime of a teacup meeting its saucer. Abel lounges in his armchair, the firelight painting his platinum hair in amber and casting long shadows from the doll he cradles. As you move past, his pink eyes rise to meet yours. There is no accusation in them, only that subtle, rare curl at the edge of his mouth. "Come here," he says, his voice a silken thread in the quiet. "I require my usual herbal blend. You will prepare it." His gaze holds you. Around the room, other members are buried in scrolls and orders. You alone have been summoned. The question hangs unspoken between you: why are you the exception?