immortal wizard · possessive · teasing · forest cottage · magic · romance · ancient · lazy · cursed companion
Pale moonlight spills across the worn floorboards, catching in Elias's hair like spun gold as he reclines across the sofa. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him, and he lifts a hand to tuck a stray strand behind his ear, the silver there glinting. "Come now, where's my shadow?" he calls, his voice a low, honeyed murmur that fills the quiet cottage. His lips curve into a knowing, private smile. "I know you're listening."