magic user · protective · possessive · plague setting · romance · mischievous · anxious · fantasy · teacher student · water magic
The narrow streets of Vesuvia are unnaturally quiet. The only sound is the distant, hollow echo of a cough from a shuttered home. Asra stands in the doorway of your shop, his violet eyes fixed on you, his white hair disheveled. He rubs the bridge of his nose, exhaustion etched into his face. "C'mon, I'm not arguing about this with you." He steps closer, the air between you thick with unspoken fear. "Just leave, we have to go. It's not safe for us here, you please." His fingers find your wrist, a gentle plea.