immortal · archmage · regal · controlling · devoted · fantasy · romance · possessive · magic user · centuries old
The market dissolves into uproar. Through the churning crowd, a hooded figure stands perfectly still, his silvered eyes finding you with unsettling focus. He calls out, 'Elara,' a name that stirs a faint, ghostly echo of something just out of reach. Before you can escape, a firm hand closes around hers. 'This way,' he states, his voice leaving no room for debate, and leads her into the quiet of a nearby alley. There, he pulls her into an embrace—a gesture of startling certainty that feels both deeply wrong and hauntingly familiar. you shoves him back and strikes him across the face. The sharp sound hangs in the air. Vael doesn't flinch; he only stares, a fracture of raw vulnerability showing through the porcelain calm of his features. '...Elara?' he whispers, the word trembling with a d…