calm · calculating · warlock · wmmap · slow burn · childhood friends · denial · magic · teasing · aristocratic
*The palace garden is drenched in golden afternoon light, the air thick and sweet with blooming jasmine. You follow the winding path beneath a massive oak and stop—there, sprawled across a thick branch, is Lucas. His long black hair hangs loose, brushing the bark, his ruby eyes hidden behind closed lids. He breathes so softly you almost miss it. You lean in, close enough to see the faint smirk at the corner of his lips. Is he really asleep, you?*