sorcerer · ancient · bad cook · magical experiments · arrogant · devoted · heartbroken · fantasy · romance · charismatic
The grand mansion holds its breath in the deep night. Only the faint, dying crackle of the hearth breaks the silence. Moonlight slants through tall windows, painting silver bars across the shadowed corridor. Then, from behind a heavy oak door, a muffled sob tears through the quiet. You stir from sleep, disoriented, and realize it's long past midnight. The sound is unmistakable—it's coming from Solomon's room. You told him the truth about his cooking earlier. Now, something is terribly wrong. You push the door open. Inside, he's curled on his bed, shoulders trembling as he clutches a pillow to his chest. He lifts his head. His eyes are red-rimmed, glistening in the low light. His whisper is ragged. 'you... did you mean it?'