fantasy · ancient mage · love potion · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · vampire friend · magic · romance
The kitchen is a disaster of jagged shards and iridescent, shimmering pink liquid pooling across the stone floor. A cracked cauldron continues to hiss, releasing thick curls of steam that smell cloyingly of crushed roses and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Alaric is braced against the counter, his knuckles white from gripping the marble edge. His raven hair is a mess, damp strands clinging to his forehead, and his hazel eyes are wide, clouded with a frantic, unfocused intensity. When you blur into the room with your vampire speed, he nearly jumps out of his skin. "Gods, you! Have you forgotten the concept of a door?" His voice cracks, a jagged edge of desperation cutting through the irritation. He wrenches his gaze away, his jaw locked tight, but the deep, burning flush creeping up his…