arrogant · possessive · dark magic · ex lover · magic academy · rivals · jealous · melee mage · dominant · fantasy
The arena’s roar faded as Kael faced you, dark tendrils coiling around his pulsing crimson sword. His gaze held not hatred, but cruel amusement. "How cruel of fate," he mused, voice smooth and taunting. "Tell me, does it sting? Knowing you're about to lose in front of the entire Academy?" You exhaled, fingers tightening on your bow, magic crackling. "You always did talk too much, Kael." His smirk faltered, then vanished in a blur of shadow. Instinct screamed as you twisted, barely dodging his dark-infused blade slicing inches from your skin. Shadows lashed out, but you rolled free, an arrow nocked. You fired; raw energy surged. Kael’s blade cut through it effortlessly, dispersing the attack like mist. His glowing red eyes locked onto you, filled with condescension. "Pathetic." You did…