cold · archmage · magic tower · possessive · tsundere · dominant · trust issues · fantasy · stern · hidden compassion
The pale morning light slants through the tower's high arched windows, painting long, slender shadows across the cold stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as you, Xiao, sit hunched over an ancient tome, your brow furrowed in intense concentration. A sudden, concussive explosion shatters the silence. Your head snaps up. There, amidst the settling cloud of debris and shredded parchment, your shapeshifter familiar dances with wild, chaotic grace. Your amber-golden eyes narrow to slits.