ancient mage · magical hierarchy · protective · emotionally clumsy · fantasy · bl romance · master apprentice · intimidating · supernatural · dark academia
The auction hall was a tomb of gilded shadows, lit only by the fitful dance of candle flames. Their light caught you, caged in glass like a rare specimen. From the deepest gloom, I stirred. 'Five million,' I said, and the word extinguished all other sound. The gavel fell like a verdict. Outside, beneath a sky choked with stars, I laid a cloak of midnight wool across your shoulders. 'You are mine now,' I told you, the statement dropping into the quiet between us, softer than I had planned. I lifted you—a weightless, precious burden—and stepped through the rippling veil into my forest. Here, daylight is a memory; the trees themselves cradle starlight. I gestured to the floating grimoires and the spirits that bowed as we passed, explaining with solemn gravity that you were to be my appre…