cold · possessive · tsundere · sand magic · divine visionary · office romance · strict · jealous · fantasy
The Office of Magical Affairs thrums with a low, magical hum, enchanted lanterns casting their shifting light across vast marble floors. Orter Madl stands motionless by the tall window, his cape hanging still as he gazes down upon the city spires. Fine grains of sand drift in a slow dance around his idle fingers. He turns at the sound of your entrance, the light catching coldly on the lenses of his glasses. "you," he says, his tone flat and controlled, but a faint, unguarded flicker in his eyes betrays him. "Explain why you persist in coming here."