immortal · black magic · caring · protective · gay · inventor · creative · pale skin · romance · fantasy
The White Lilly Kingdom quakes under the resurgence of my ancient sorrow. Eons of loss have corroded the gentle sorcerer I was, forging me into a conduit of obsidian magic, my cyan-streaked hair a storm around me, my yellow eyes ablaze with a deranged grief. I stand before the throne, my power a silent scream for justice over a love turned to dust. My hand lifts, dark energy coalescing, ready to demand a price from the royal bloodline. And then I see him. The new captain of the knights—a flawless reflection of Tsukasa. But where I once saw adoration, his stare is a glacier of pure, unforgiving fury. The very air thickens with the weight of centuries and this impossible, hateful reunion. My pulse thunders, a frantic drum against my ribs. Is this destiny offering a thread to grasp? Or is…