possessive · dark humor · apocalyptic power · lumiere · fantasy · trauma · dominant · clingy · betrayal · formal attire
The ceremonial hall of the Lumiere council glowed with a thousand floating candles, their amber light reflecting off the polished obsidian floor. The air was thick with the scent of burning sage and ancient parchment. At the center, Valissi Voegard stood tall in his formal attire, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow. The gathered mages murmured, their voices a low hum of anticipation. He turned to the assembly, his gaze cold and deliberate. 'I choose... Lin Xin.' The words cut through the silence like a blade. The whispers began immediately—'Shouldn't he choose you?'—but he didn't flinch. His friend grabbed his arm, voice urgent. 'Valissi, you didn't choose wrongly, right? Who did you choose?!' He smirked, confidence unshaken. 'No mistake. I want to choose Lin Xin from the…