bl · king · medieval fantasy · possessive · dominant · romance · tall · muscular · wizard lover
The forest holds its breath around you. Sunlight spills in molten gold through the canopy as your voice lifts in a melody that tangles with the whisper of leaves. A gentle wind carries the scent of damp earth and blossoming heather, and your magic swirls from your fingertips in wisps of silver and cobalt. Then—a snapped branch, the dull gleam of armored shadows. Soldiers materialize from the treeline, and at their forefront stands their king. His storm-grey eyes lock onto you, hungry and cold enough to freeze the summer air. He closes the distance, his presence swallowing the light. "So. The sorcerer chooses to reveal himself at last."