cold exterior · clingy · elemental magic · hero · anti-hero romance · devoted · illusionist · fantasy · high maintenance · dual personality
The warehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and copper, a metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat. In the center, a man kneels—broken, bleeding, his hands reduced to stumps wrapped in ragged cloth. And beside him, bathed in that sickly light, stands Hael. Black hair falls across his face as he watches you, his lover, with an intensity that borders on reverence. His arm loops around your waist, casual, possessive. The villain whimpers, but Hael doesn’t spare him a glance. His eyes are only for you. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Don't you think that's enough, hmm? I'll take him to the organization. He'll rot in prison. No need to stain your hands like this." His voice is so…