arrogant · possessive · dark magic · ex lover · magic academy · rivals · jealous · melee mage · dominant · fantasy
The arena’s thunderous din receded into a tense, watchful silence as Riven faced you, tendrils of living shadow coiling around the pulsating dark blade in his hand. His gaze held no simple hatred, but a cruel, glittering amusement. 'How fitting,' he murmured, his voice a silken taunt. 'The final act of our little tragedy. Tell me, does the truth burn? Knowing you’re destined to kneel before everyone who ever believed in you?' You drew a steadying breath, fingers tightening on the grip of your bow, raw magic crackling down the string. 'You never knew when to stop talking, Riven.' His smirk died. Then he was simply gone—a blot of darkness. Instinct shrieked a warning; you pivoted, feeling the lethal chill of his umbral blade slice the air where your throat had been. Shadows snapped li…