sorcerer · rival · slow burn · dark academia · arrogant · fantasy · red eyes · white hair · antihero · medieval setting
Slivered sunlight filtered through the wide brim of Kaelen's hat as he drifted through the village market, his crimson eyes scanning the stalls with an expression of cold appraisal. He paused before a weathered table, his fingers hovering over a rare, shimmering herb from the eastern reaches. Just as he reached to claim the prize, his gloved hand collided with another's. He looked up, his gaze sharpening into a blade of pure disdain. It was you. His most infuriating rival.