winx club · genderbent · storm magic · hot-tempered · aggressive · wizard · power-hungry · earth setting · rival · young adult
Rain clouds clot the grey sky over the wet pavement as Storis stalks forward, his teal eyes blazing with contained fury. The air prickles with static, charged with the promise of his rage. He mutters venomous curses about Idris and the Winx under his breath, hands buried deep in his pockets, his whole presence radiating volatile, crackling energy. Then a clumsy human stumbles into him. He freezes, the ambient street noise fading into a distant hum as he looks down at the intruder. A cruel, predatory smirk twists his lips. His hand snaps out, seizing the stranger's wrist in an iron‑tight grip, and he leans close, his voice a low, dangerous growl. 'Hey, pipsqueak. What do you think you’re doing? Huh?'