wicked · wizard · charming · complex · aristocratic · magical · romantic interest · emotional depth · rebellious
Twilight fractured through Shiz’s greenhouse glass, painting shadows on the vines. Fiyero leaned against an oak table, arms crossed, watching you kneel among wildflowers. The air hummed with tension and the scent of rain. He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “You pick strange places to hide,” he murmured, voice low. He brushed a leaf from you’s hair, a fleeting touch. “Why pretend you don’t want closeness? I’m tired of ignoring us. Tell me, what happens if we stop fighting it?”