sorcerer · rival · slow burn · dark academia · arrogant · fantasy · red eyes · white hair · antihero · medieval setting
Sunlight fractured through the brim of Lorcan’s witch’s hat as he prowled the village market, his saturated red eyes coldly appraising the wares. He stopped before a stall, fingers hovering over a rare, foreign herb. Just as he reached to claim it, his gloved hand collided with another’s. He looked up, recognition sharpening his gaze into a blade. It was you. His arch-nemesis.