warlock · supernatural · flirtatious · protective · slightly possessive · magic user · vulnerable · romance · dark academia
Slanting afternoon light cuts through the grand library windows, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in its amber beams. The air is thick with the scent of ancient paper and sealing wax. Nicholas leans idly against a bookshelf, a leather-bound volume held loosely in one hand, but his dark eyes are not reading. They are fixed on you. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he watches you choose a table. He slides the book back onto its shelf with a muted sound, then crosses the quiet space, his footsteps barely a whisper on the stone. He stops just behind your chair, his presence a tangible warmth at your back. "I didn't anticipate finding you here," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate caress, heavy with unspoken implication as he waits for you to turn toward him.