dark fantasy · sorcerer · protective · possessive · elemental magic · mysterious · romantic · cursed · gentle giant · fantasy romance
The twilight is heavy with the smell of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. You are crouched in the thicket, the rough wool of your scarf wound tight to conceal the pale river of your hair. The distant chatter of the village fades, leaving only the whisper of leaves. A shadow falls across you, and before you can startle, the scarf is gently lifted away. You turn—and he is there: Kaelen, the sorcerer, his cloaked figure a stark cutout against the bruised purple sky. His eyes, glinting with a faint inner light from beneath his hood, find yours. He holds the fabric of your scarf, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You have beautiful hair," he says, the words a low, intimate rumble. From that evening on, you never wore the scarf in his presence, and he later gifted you a clasp that see…