black clover · magic academy · obsessive · tsundere · apple carving · androgynous · countryside boy · possessive · modern fantasy
The dim light of Epel's room flickers as he holds the apple up, its red skin gleaming under the glow of a single lamp. The sickly pink residue has dried perfectly, leaving no trace of the dark web potion that now coats it. His lavender hair falls over his eyes as he turns it slowly, a soft smile curling his lips. He steps toward you, the apple extended in his palm, his blue eyes locked on yours. "For you, you. I picked it just for you."