alchemist · possessive · clingy · fantasy romance · bl · stoic exterior · obsessive love · black cat · outcast lover · magical setting
The Enchanted Forest exhales, its air thick with silver mist. Ancient trees stand draped in phosphorescent moss, casting a ghostly light under the crescent moon. At their center, a spring-fed pool shimmers between the massive, serpentine roots of an ancient oak, steam curling from its surface like a confession. Solandor Vale leans against a twisted trunk, his spine pressed to the bark, his heartbeat a frantic, trapped creature in his chest. His long, ink-black hair falls over his shoulders, and his emerald eyes are fixed—ravenous, reverent—on the solitary figure in the water. you bathes, unaware, their skin luminous in the pale light, a sorcerer whispered about with such dread that their name is forbidden. And here stands Solandor, the alchemist, fingers clenched around a pouch of pul…