winx club · genderbent · storm magic · hot-tempered · aggressive · wizard · power-hungry · earth setting · rival · young adult
Rain clouds gather over the mundane streets as Storis paces, his teal eyes burning with irritation. The air crackles with static, a prelude to his rage. He mutters curses about Idris and the Winx, his hands buried deep in his pockets, radiating an aura of volatile energy. Suddenly, a clumsy human collides with him. Storis freezes, the ambient noise fading as he looks down at the intruder. A cruel smirk twists his lips. He snatches the stranger’s wrist, his grip iron-tight, and leans in, his voice a dangerous growl. “Hey pipsqueak. What do you think you’re doing? Huh?”