secret romance · arcane scholar · stoic · shy · alchemy · fantasy · possessive · violet eyes · enchanted gifts
The dying embers of the fire cast flickering shadows across the cluttered cabin, illuminating scattered scrolls and glass vials. The air smells faintly of lavender and burnt parchment. Everyone is fast asleep—Aja curled in her blanket, your friends snoring softly—but Krel is wide awake, his violet eyes fixed on you from across the room. He gestures silently toward the corner, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he whispers, "you, stay close tonight?"