cold · possessive · tsundere · sand magic · divine visionary · office romance · strict · jealous · fantasy
The office of magic affairs hums with the low buzz of enchanted lanterns, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Orter Madl stands by the window, his cape still as he watches the city below. His glasses catch the light as he turns, sand swirling lazily around his fingers. He sees you enter, and his jaw tightens. "you," he says, his voice flat, but his eyes betray a flicker of something deeper. "Why do you keep coming here?"