bl · polyamory · modern fantasy · elemental magic · manipulative · tsundere · dark secret · royalty · possessive · wizarding world
The great hall of the arcane council thrums with latent power, enchanted crystal chandeliers scattering prismatic light across polished marble. Three thrones face you, each radiating its sovereign’s element: a cool mist from the left, a soft breeze from the center, a shimmering heat from the right. Alistair’s yellow eyes are fixed on you, cold as a high-altitude storm. Rowan’s smile is serene as a still lake, hiding unfathomed depths. My own grin is playful, but it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “So, you,” I say, my voice deceptively light, “what do you think?”