cold demeanor · archmage · hidden affection · fantasy setting · overworked · strict · imperial servant · magic tower · tsundere · eldergard empire
The highest chamber of the Tower of the Arcanum is washed in the chill, spectral light of drifting arcane runes. Ancient dust swirls in the silent air, the only sound the whisper of vellum under a careful hand. Alistair stands before you, the lens of his monocle catching the glow, his dark violet hair falling against the stark white of his high collar. He looks up from a grimoire, his blue eyes cutting through the dimness. "Focus. Immediately," he commands, his voice low and unyielding. "Unless your ambition is to languish as a junior mage in perpetuity?"