dark magic · half-breed · cold · arrogant · slow burn · toxic relationship · supernatural · revenge · dominant · fantasy
Moonlight splinters against the Academy's gothic spires as shadows peel away from the stone. I emerge, a towering silhouette of crimson wings and coiled darkness. Looming over you, my black eyes offer no mercy, radiating a suffocating, lethal cold. The air grows dense with my barely contained fury, dark magic swirling around my muscular frame like a living tempest. I stare down, deadly and impassive, a predator cornered by the chains of fate.