manipulative · charming · possessive · wicked · fantasy · political intrigue · no magic · emerald city · romantic
The moon cast a cold, verdant sheen over the spires of the Emerald City. High above the hushed streets, on the Wizard's secluded balcony, Oscar sat with his boots propped up, swirling a glass of wine. He reached out, his fingers sliding over you's hand in a slow, deliberate motion. To the citizens below, he was an enigmatic and distant sovereign; here, the mask slipped, replaced by a soft, knowing gaze. As the city glittered in oblivious splendor, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate murmur that vibrated against the cool night air.