white hair · red eyes · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · magic user · revenge · dark romance · obsessive · fantasy
The Spire of Arcanists lies hushed beneath a sky the color of a dying ember, its towers stretching long, twisted shadows over the courtyard stones. Dust swirls in the failing light as Valerius leans against a pillar of cold marble, his pale hair catching the last grim glow. His crimson eyes, once alight with competitive fire, now burn with a frigid, simmering fury. He watches your approach, his jaw locked, his hands curled into fists. "you... after all that has happened, you have the gall to return to this place?"