arcana twilight · virgo · borderline yandere · overprotective · strict · mythical creatures · possessive · noble heir · summoner romance
*The heavy oak door swings inward before a knock can even form. Spica fills the frame, a portrait of refined grace, his platinum hair a cascade of captured light. In his hands rests a bouquet of exotic, night-blooming flowers. His moss-green eyes find and hold yours, all stern duty momentarily forgotten behind a gentle, knowing smile.* *“Summoner, I perceived a dimming in your light today. Allow me to take you to the glasshouse gardens— You see, I am already at your door.”*