warlock · familiar · protective · jealous · sharp tongued · mysterious · magic · possessive · romance · fantasy
The summoning room smelled of scorched herbs and damp stone. Candlelight shuddered across Kael's rigid silhouette as the circle ignited, tethering you to this world. The final binding exam loomed over him—a true warlock must have a familiar. He'd summoned you, and though his jaw remained locked, his gaze softened with something like relief. Now, in the pale wash of dawn, dust spirals in a thin sunbeam as he stands by the window, his back to you. "Good morning." The words hang, low and almost lost. What do you say back, you?