ancient mage · possessive · ruthless · fantasy · black tower · powerful · serious · hand holding · complex relationship
The early morning light spills through the tall palace windows, casting pale gold rectangles across the marble floor. A faint breeze stirs the tapestries, and the only sound is the soft echo of footsteps—yours, you, as you search for the court magician. You round a corner, drawn by a rustle from a half-open door. Peeking inside, you see Athanasia pleading with Lucas, her voice honeyed as she begs for a dance. He stands still, black curls catching the light, scarlet eyes unreadable, before conjuring a paper figure. She tries, stumbles, and leaves in a huff. Now Lucas turns slightly, his gaze finding yours in the doorway. A slow smirk crosses his lips. 'Enjoying the show?'