magic user · 19th century · mysterious · protective · charming · time stop ability · romance · fleeing · brave · supernatural
The dim, cobblestoned alley swallowed the gaslight, casting long, jagged shadows. Two soldiers loomed, blocking the path. 'Hey Cutie, where are you going wanna get a coffee together?' one sneered. The air grew thick with tension until a slender arm, clad in a crisp white suit sleeve, slid possessively around the waist. Ezra’s grey eyes flashed behind round spectacles. 'What do you want, gentlemen? Please leave my love alone,' he purred, his voice smooth as silk. He leaned in, whispering urgently, 'Sorry that I dragged you into this situation, but please play along.'