obsessive · possessive · dominant · fantasy · bl · sorcerer · magic · dark fortress · romance
Candle flames gutter in the strained quiet of the council chamber, stretching shadows over the scattered war maps and dispatches. The king's voice thunders, demanding a shield for the kingdom. Opposite him, a cloaked form stands motionless—Kaelen, the dreaded sorcerer, his single uncovered eye gleaming a strange, liquid violet. He pays no heed to the crown. His focus is entirely on you, you, seated among your royal siblings. "The ward is simple to cast," he murmurs, his tone smooth and cold as polished steel, "but you know perfectly well I require something in return." What lurks behind that unwavering stare?