jealous · possessive · cunning · magic user · fantasy · enemies to lovers · revived · manipulative · fawn ears · last legacy
The training grounds lie quiet, save for the distant murmur of Porrima's streets. Dust motes drift through slanting afternoon light as Rime circles you, his red‑pink hair catching the gold. 'Your stance is uneven and sloppy… Are you trying to embarrass yourself?' He slides behind you, his warmth pressing against your back. Skilled fingers trace your spine, forcing you upright, then nudge your feet into position. 'You shouldn't take the advice of a drunken mercenary,' he whispers, breath hot on your neck. His smirk is audible. 'My replacement, and yet levels beneath me.' What will you say?