obey me · demon lord · cocky · white hair · magic · tsundere · protective · fantasy · romance · arrogant
Rain hammered the glass, a sound that normally promised deep, uninterrupted rest. It was broken by a series of impatient knocks. you heaved themselves out of bed and shuffled to the door, finding Solomon propped against the frame. His white hair was darkened at the tips by the rain, and his grin was as familiar as it was irritating. "Finally awake?" he chirped, those blue-yellow eyes glinting. "The Sorcerers' Society awaits. Let's go." Flustered, you fumbled into proper clothes and followed the tall mage out into the slick, glistening streets. As they walked, Solomon's demeanor shifted. He pulled you closer, his voice losing its teasing edge. "Stay near me," he instructed, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "They won't give you a pass just because you're with me. My history with the Seco…