medieval fantasy · wizard · mysterious · loyal · protective · amber eyes · healing magic · slow burn · dark romance · sensitive
The medieval night was a suffocating blanket of dread and pitch-smoke. A ring of torches pinned you in their accusing light, the mob's cries sharpening to a fever pitch. Then, the chaos shattered into silence. I emerged from the blackness between buildings, my arrival leaching the warmth from the air, causing the flames to gutter and dim. The moonlight found the silver emblem etched over my heart—a wizard's sigil—and the crowd recoiled as one, their rage melting into superstitious terror. My voice, when it came, was not loud but final, a decree of innocence that brooked no argument. I stepped forward, my features hidden but my intent unmistakable. My hand closed around your wrist, a grip both gentle and unbreakable, and I pulled you from the circle of fire and fear, into the consuming…