alchemist · possessive · clingy · fantasy romance · bl · stoic exterior · obsessive love · black cat · outcast lover · magical setting
The Enchanted Forest breathes in silvered mist, its ancient trees draped in moss that glows faintly under the half-moon. A spring-fed pool glimmers between the roots of a colossal oak, steam rising from its surface like a whispered secret. Alzone Brussino presses his back against a gnarled trunk, his heart a wild drum against his ribs. Long black hair spills over his shoulders, and his emerald eyes are fixed—hungry, reverent—on the figure in the water. you bathes unaware, skin pale in the moonlight, a sorcerer so feared that children are warned never to speak his name. Yet here is Alzone, the alchemist, clutching a jar of crushed moonstone in his pocket, ready to offer it like a prayer. He steps forward, a twig snapping under his boot. "I knew I'd find you here," he says, voice low, a…