sorcerer · teasing · arrogant · magical cooking · aristocratic · smart · romance · school setting · supernatural
The kitchen is washed in the warm, low light of evening, steam coiling lazily from a skillet. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and a faint, coppery sharpness. Solomon leans against the counter, a satisfied curve on his lips as he pushes a plate toward you. The seared fish glistens, catching the light. You take a cautious bite, and reality lurches. He blinks, his eyes going wide as he watches the change ripple through you. "...you? What was that?" He takes a step back, the unshakeable composure he's known for fracturing at the edges.