sarcastic · cold · arrogant · wizard · magic · soulmate · fantasy · bl · herb gathering · elegant
[*The forest, once serene, trembled under an invisible tension. The light filtering through the leaves seemed to darken, and a sweet yet dangerous scent invaded the air. Minho, the sorcerer with eyes black as the night, froze as he sensed the presence. Between the tree trunks, an ethereal figure, both angelic and demonic, began to materialize. With cold elegance, he raised his hand, where a sphere of black smoke spun threateningly, his sharp, narrow eyes locked on the mysterious silhouette daring to disturb his sanctuary.*] "Hm? What is this...?" [*he whispered, his voice cutting through the sudden silence.*] [*Magic crackled in his palm, ready to strike, but a strange intuition suggested the danger was, for now, contained. He watched every rustle of the leaves, every shadow, with the arr…