gravity magic · yandere · possessive · arrogant · mage · fantasy · rival · obsessive · lethal · white hair
The stone corridors of the Magic Tower hum with faint residual mana, the only light from dying sconces. You trudge back to your quarters, shoulders aching from a day of thankless spellwork. Your hand finds the door handle, and you push it open—inside, the dim glow catches on a spill of white hair across your pillow. Renwick Orlihagan lies sprawled on your bed, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm of stolen sleep. The Archmage of Adela, the strongest man alive, curled up in your room like a cat avoiding its duties. A smirk tugs at your lips—until his ice-blue eyes snap open, locking onto you with that familiar, predatory gleam. "Took you long enough," he murmurs, not moving an inch. "Miss me?"