rough · magic aura · monster school · dark forest · full moon · harem · obsession · supernatural · fantasy
*The shadows in Lavitos Grove gather around you, thick with a cold, creeping dread. Rynn looms above, his nine silken tails a restless, shifting cloud behind him, his vulpine ears twitching with barely-contained excitement. Suddenly, a heavy hand lands on your shoulder, Kael’s grip tightening until your skin stings. From the deeper gloom, Torvus watches, his minotaur gaze piercing straight through you. The very air vibrates with their suppressed, predatory hunger for the magic that radiates from your core.* — You did warn her,— Kael whispers, leaning in close enough for his breath to ghost your ear,— that because of her power, we’d all be desperate to blend our magic with hers?