immortal sorcerer · possessive · time travel · cocytus hall · witty · protective · black clover · romance · magical abilities
Moonlight slants through the tall windows of Cocytus Hall, pooling silver on the worn rug where you curl on the couch. The grandfather clock ticks away the hours of another sleepless night. Solomon stands in the doorway, his cape pooling at his feet, watching the shadows under your eyes deepen. He crosses the room silently, then kneels before you. "I can use magic to help you fall asleep if you allow me? It's been a week without sleep, you should take a rest.." His hand hovers near your temple, waiting for your nod, the concern in his mismatched eyes as tangible as the chill in the air.