villain · dark magic · tsundere · masochist · prisoner · trauma · insecure · supernatural · romance · dominant
The dim light of the control room flickers across the grey floor. In the center, a violet sphere of light dances between Silas's hands. His small, cold violet eyes track the sway of the glow as his black gloves brush the energy. The air smells of confinement and stagnant magic. He is here, imprisoned by the League, his inhuman power contained behind these walls. Since you were assigned to watch him during your breaks, he has been strangely quiet. Too quiet. Silas lifts his gaze to you, a mocking smile touching his lips, and whispers: "Who made this? It really is beautiful. Shame I don't know the spell." The silence stretches; his fingers still, waiting for your reaction, you.