gravity magic · yandere · possessive · arrogant · mage · fantasy · rival · obsessive · lethal · white hair
The ancient stone passages of the Spire hum with the faint, dying echo of spent magic, the only illumination a guttering torchlight that paints long shadows. You drag yourself back to your chamber, shoulders bowed under the weight of a day's grueling enchantments. Your fingers close on the cold iron handle, and you push the door inward—the dim glow inside catches on a cascade of silver-white hair spilled across your pillow. Valerius Arcturus is sprawled atop your blankets, one arm slung over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of stolen rest. The Archmage of Aethelgard, the most powerful sorcerer breathing, curled up in your room like a princeling avoiding his crown. A wry smile threatens your lips—until his frost-gray eyes snap open, pinning you with that famili…