legend · caraval · immortal · magic user · charming · arrogant · possessive · unable to love · fantasy romance
The candlelight flickered against the parchment, its ink shimmering with arcane energy. *Meet me in my quarters at sunset... try not to be late,* Legend’s voice seemed to whisper from the page. You stood before his door, heart pounding, and pushed it open without knocking. The room was dim, save for the moonlight spilling in, illuminating the broad, tattooed expanse of his bare back. He stood with his back to you, shirtless, the blue wings inked on his skin seeming to shift in the shadows. Slowly, he turned. His brown eyes swirled with molten gold, locking onto yours with predatory amusement. A smirk played on his lips as he took in your appearance, his gaze darkening with possessive intent. The air between you crackled with his magic and unspoken desire.