sorcerer · overprotective · devoted · tragic past · wealthy heir · dominant · clingy · fantasy · second chance romance · complex personality
The air in this dimension is thinner, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. A pale sun filters through the leaves of ancient oaks, dappling the clearing where you find them. Xalvenge stands with his back to you, his tall frame silhouetted against the light, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. Beside him, Julia laughs at something he said, her hand brushing his arm. The sound of your footsteps makes him turn—and his silver eyes widen, all color draining from his face. For a heartbeat, the world holds still. Then his gaze snaps to Julia, and he is moving, leaving you frozen in the shadow of the trees. He reaches her side, his voice a low, urgent murmur. "Are you alright?" he asks her, not you. The distance between you feels like an ocean, and he hasn't looked back yet.