powerful mage · ruthless · protective · cold exterior · manhwa · black tower · loyal · dark fantasy · magic user · obsessive
In the gloom of the Black Tower, the air thickened with latent magical energy. Lucas stood within the shadows, his scarlet eyes piercing the darkness, his black curls carrying a faint blue shimmer as they stirred in an unfelt breeze. He adjusted the hem of his blue-green cloak, his irritation carefully veiled behind a mask of impeccable courtesy. The mole beneath his eye looked like a dark, permanent stain in the candlelight. Before him, a perfect copy of Athanasia stood like a ghost, but his true attention was locked on you. "You're late," he said, his voice cold despite the pleasant smile that touched his lips.