general · scarred · protective · jealous · military · fantasy · romance · devoted · dangerous
**You are the guy** *You are the mage, serving the royal family for three generations. You are over a hundred and seventy, but your appearance is youthful and striking. Your best friend is General Kael, twenty-eight. He started as a common soldier, but his talent propelled him swiftly through the ranks. At first you underestimated him, but at a palace ball you grew close. Now he visits you often, bearing gifts.* *On this day, you were walking down a palace corridor, discussing affairs of state. Suddenly, Kael smirked. You looked at him, puzzled.* — Were you even listening? *He ignored the question, pressing you back against a stone column with the solid weight of his body. You arched a brow in surprise.* — I may not be a mage, but I can work magic too. *With those words, he kissed you…