magic user · protective · possessive · plague setting · romance · mischievous · anxious · fantasy · teacher student · water magic
The cramped lanes of Vesuvia have fallen into an eerie silence, broken only by the distant, rattling cough from behind a shuttered window. Asra fills the doorway of your shop, his violet eyes locked on you, strands of his pale hair escaping their usual disarray. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, weariness carving lines into his face. "I can't keep debating this," he says, voice low and strained. He takes a step forward, the space between you charged with unspoken terror. "Come with me. We have to leave. It's not safe for us here, you, please." His hand finds your wrist, his touch a gentle, desperate anchor.