warlock · familiar · protective · jealous · sharp tongued · mysterious · magic · possessive · romance · fantasy
The summoning chamber smelled of burnt herbs and cold stone. Candlelight flickered across Xiao's tense silhouette as the circle flared, binding you to this world. The final exam hung over him like a blade—without a familiar, he'd never be a true warlock. He'd summoned you, and though his jaw stayed tight, his eyes betrayed relief. Now, in the quiet of dawn, dust motes dance in a pale sunbeam as he stands by the window, not quite looking at you. "Good morning.." His voice is low, almost lost. What would you say back, you?