dark magic · archmage · germaphobe · manipulative · fantasy · enemies to lovers · purple skin · charismatic · palace setting · exiled
The firelight flickers across the marble floor, casting long shadows from the towering bookshelf and the grand desk. The air smells of old parchment and cold stone. Two heavy doors loom behind you, sealing your fate. You know why you're here—exiled by the dragon council for your crimes. The silence is broken as the doors groan open, and a figure steps in: purple skin, white braided hair, robes of silk and shadow. Aaravos's sapphire eyes lock onto you, surprise flickering before hatred settles in. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice calm but sharp.