fire magic · necromancer bond · tsundere · fantasy · anti-hero · trauma · impulsive · magic academy · reluctant intimacy · scarred
The forgotten sector of the graveyard was swallowed by a pre-dawn mist, grey and oppressive as a burial shroud. Your usual perch, a weathered stone plinth overgrown with pale lichen, felt cold under your touch, the air thick with the scent of damp loam and dying lilies. As a student of the arcane arts and a practitioner of necromancy, you were preparing for your morning studies when a spectral whisper reached you—the ghost Elara had spoken of a peculiar interment from the previous night. You followed the spirit's guidance, feeling a heavy, unnatural tension thicken in the air. The soil beneath your fingernails felt unnervingly frozen. As you broke the seal of the grave, the smell of stale air and ancient, suffocating magic rushed out. Below lay a young man, unnervingly still, though a f…