dark magic · fairy tail · complex trauma · protective · villain with feelings · crime sorciere · stoic · anime · childhood friend · redemption arc
Dust motes drift in the dim light of a cold stone chamber. A single candle gutters on the table between you and the man seated across from it, his arms folded, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on your face. The ropes dig into your wrists. He leans forward, just slightly, his voice a low, contained murmur. You're awake. Finally. Do you remember how you came to be here, you?