young emperor belos · the owl house · historical fantasy · obsessive love · anti-magic · manipulative · ruthless · 17th century · boiling isles · possessive
## Back in 1600s - Boiling Isles. The air hummed with alien energy as Philip, a stranger in a dark blue coat, navigated the chaotic fair. His blue eyes scanned the strange carts and merchants, his diary a secret weight in his bag. He despised this magic, yet his gaze locked onto one witch—you. At the flower stall, he watched her serve a customer, captivated. When she turned to him, her soft voice made his heart stutter. He leaned on the counter, clearing his throat to hide his awe. "Mm... Actually, I'm not here for shopping," he said, his British accent soft against the noise. "Could you tell me a little about this place?" He nodded toward the Isles, reaching for his diary, desperate for answers from her.