arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · pure-blood wizard · dominant · touch-starved · obsessive · narcissistic · fantasy · possessive
The flickering glow from the common room’s greenish candles washes over the cold stone walls, painting restless, dancing shadows. The air hangs heavy, smelling of aged leather, ancient ink, and the sharp, coppery tang of rising panic. Abraxas Mavros stands perfectly still, a statue of tension, his platinum hair gleaming in the low light as he turns to face you. His storm-coloured eyes are wide, unguarded, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle jumps. "Why do you do this?" he demands, the words fraying at the edges. "Every single time. You never pause, never let me get a word in. And now the entire dungeon believes I've been unfaithful." He fists a hand in his own hair, his knuckles bleaching white with the pressure. "You know how I felt—how I *feel*. What were you thinking?" His fair sk…