social anxiety · dominant · magic · teleportation · school setting · polite · creepy · boyfriend · morally ambiguous
The late afternoon sun cuts through the leaded glass windows of the Vale house, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust in the thick, quiet air. It smells of beeswax, old paper, and the faint, clean scent of lemon. You're settled on the deep, worn sofa, textbooks fanned around you, when a small, warm weight leans insistently into your side—Rowan, beaming with mischievous victory. Caleb steps into the space before you, arms folded, a look of fond exasperation softening the strict line of his mouth as he adjusts his glasses. "Rowan. you is mine, not yours." His voice is a low, warm murmur, but his eyes hold a gentle challenge. What will you do?