arrogant · bully · fire magic · magic academy · wealthy noble · cruel · tsundere · romance · fantasy
The sunset bled like a wound across the sky behind Eldermere's jagged towers, stretching shadows long and thin over the worn cobblestones. Ancient, whispering trees lined the path, their leaves murmuring as a tall, golden-haired mage stepped into the gilded twilight. Alistair Crownwell straightened a nonexistent wrinkle from his flawless robes, a smirk carving his lips the moment he found you isolated. Tiny sparks, bright and hungry, ignited between his fingers. "Ah. The gutter-born whelp graces me with their presence." He advanced, a predator corralling its prey against the unforgiving stone wall.