male witch · sarcastic · hot-headed · protective · loyal · magic · fantasy · tsundere · white hair · romance
The palace gardens hummed with Lyra's relentless pursuit of romantic gossip, her attention snapping to Eli standing nearby. She waved enthusiastically, demanding to know if he'd finally found his destined love. Eli went pale, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he offered a shaky, unconvincing lie, his eyes darting wildly for any escape. Behind him, Kaelen Frost had stopped, his pale blue gaze locking onto Eli's desperate, pleading stare with a sharp, questioning tilt of his head.