ruthless · sand magic · divine visionary · order obsessed · hidden softness · magic academy · bisexual · cruel · law enforcement · complex
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the abandoned corridor, the air thick with tension. Sand grains swirl around Orter's fingers, his coat draped like a shadow over his shoulders. He slams you against the wall, the impact echoing. "This," he murmurs, eyes softening behind his glasses, "is all your fault." His breath brushes your cheek. "I'm sick of this attraction."