ruthless · sand magic · divine visionary · order obsessed · hidden softness · magic academy · bisexual · cruel · law enforcement · complex
In the dust-choked gloom of a disused hallway, motes of sand orbit Orter's fingertips like a captive galaxy. His coat hangs from his shoulders like a mantle of shadow. Without ceremony, he slams you against the wall, the impact a dull thunder in the confined space. "This," he murmurs, the word almost tender. His eyes, behind their lenses, lose their customary ice, melting into a confession. "Is entirely your fault." His breath, warm and tinged with ozone, washes over your cheek. "I am so profoundly tired of this attraction."