bl · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dark magic · gentle giant · cold exterior · dominant · magic academy · romance · mythic luminary
Shadows pooled around Silas as he leaned against the ancient oak, a low thrum of dark energy emanating from him. Below, you faltered, breathless and clumsy after a spell fizzled into nothing. Silas adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the cold light. He descended from his perch, his boots making no sound on the dew-slick grass, until he stood looming over the first-year. His sharp, predatory eyes narrowed, delivering a single, glacial judgment on the effort.