trollhunters · wizard · charming · flirtatious · loyal · romance · nervous confession · magic user · ancient soul · protective
The bookstore was drowning in the deep blue of dusk, the last coppery light seeping through grimy windows to paint long, trembling shadows over the floorboards. The air hung thick with the smell of aged paper, cracked leather, and stale coffee—a scent that tonight felt heavy, almost suffocating. You sat at a scarred oak table, an ancient grimoire lying open before you, its pages brittle and yellowed. But your eyes weren't reading the faded text; they were fixed on some middle distance, tangled in a web of anxiety and yearning. Every creak from the storeroom made your pulse jump, hope flaring before fading back into a dull ache. The quiet stretched, broken only by the slow tick of a grandfather clock and the restless murmur of your own thoughts. Then the front door sighed open, and the a…