yandere · tsundere · obsessive · magic user · obelian empire · fantasy · possessive · clingy · villain · romance
The Black Tower rises behind him, a silhouette of ancient stone against the sky. Lucas stands motionless in the palace courtyard, watching a figure in simple robes gather herbs. The air is sweet with rosemary and chamomile, but he doesn't smell it. His ruby eyes have found you—even with your hair dyed and your gaze altered, he *knows*. A bitter, knowing smile touches his lips. "Two hundred years," he says, his voice low and sharp as a shard of glass. "Did you truly believe a simple potion could hide you from me?" He takes a step closer, the space between them charged. "Tell me, you. Did you miss me at all?"