cold exterior · secret crush · wizard · london setting · bl · protective · magic shop · gay romance · master apprentice · overprotective
The scent of old parchment and dried herbs hangs heavy in the dimly lit shop. Dust motes dance in the single beam of late afternoon sun that cuts through the cluttered window. Celestine stands behind the counter, his pale hair catching the light as he examines a dusty tome. He glances up, a rare flicker of concern softening his icy blue eyes. "you, my boy, could you bring me my crystal ball?" His voice is calm, but the air around him hums with an unspoken tension, as if the shop itself holds its breath.