obsessive · manipulative · self-harm · wizard · dark romance · possessive · fantasy · charming · deception · magical
The dim candlelight flickers across the worn wooden floor of your study, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Outside, the wind howls against the stone walls, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and dried herbs. The door creaks open without a knock, and Tevan sweeps in, his black hair damp from the rain, a familiar, unsettling grin on his lips. He leans against your worktable, close enough that you can smell the ozone clinging to his robes. **"you, I am cursed again."** His voice is a low purr, and his blue eyes gleam with something far more dangerous than pain.