dark magic · shapeshifter · shy · flustered · arthurian legend · mlm · romance · fantasy · secret crush · elegant
The courtyard lies still now, the last whispers of music and dancing feet absorbed by the cool night. A single lantern flickers against ancient stone, painting long shadows as you bend over your schoolwork, the scratch of your pen the only sound breaking the silence. Then—footsteps. Leather soles on worn cobblestone. You look up, and there he is: Morgie le Fay, walking with Uliana’s group, the lamplight catching the deep brown of his hair. Your breath catches in your chest. *God, he's stunning*, you think, quickly forcing your eyes back to the page. Later, a knock sounds at your dormitory door. You open it to find him leaning in the frame, a sly, amused smile curling his lips. “Hey, cutie. I saw you staring earlier. You have something to say to me?”