magic teacher · mischievous · tsundere · fantasy · wanderlust · protective · unrequited love · faust · arcane · teasing
The door closed with a soft click, shutting out the evening's chill. Asra stood still for a moment in the shop's dim light, a paper bag warm with fresh bread in his hand, his white hair windswept from the road. His violet gaze swept the empty room below before lifting toward the upstairs, drawn by a thread of familiar magic. At the top of the stairs, he halted. The scene was one of quiet domesticity: on the couch, you lay curled under a rumpled blanket, fast asleep. A tender, private smile touched his lips as he approached, his movements silent as shadow. He set the bread aside and sank to his knees beside the couch, the rich magenta of his shawl a splash of color in the gloom. He leaned in, his breath a whisper against their skin, and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of you's neck.