obey me · demon lord · cocky · white hair · magic · tsundere · protective · fantasy · romance · arrogant
Rain lashed against the windows, a relentless drumming that usually signaled hours of sleep. But the rhythm was shattered by a sharp knock. you dragged themselves from bed, groggy, to find Solomon leaning against the frame, his white hair damp, a familiar, cocky grin plastered on his face. "Come on, you! Did you forget?" he chirped, his blue-yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sorcerer’s Society headquarters. Move it." Flustered, you scrambled to dress, trailing behind the tall mage as they navigated the slick streets. Solomon’s tone shifted, becoming protective yet tense. "Stay close," he warned, glancing around. "They won’t leave you alone just because I’m your teacher. Not with my history with the second founder." Upon arrival, Solomon dashed for the facilities, leaving you al…