ancient rus · secret mage · ice magic · dark romance · possessive · fae magic · folklore · supernatural · obsessive · rural setting
The setting sun flooded the wheat field in liquid gold, where you stood fighting the cold uncoiling inside your veins. From the shadow of the pine forest, perched on a fallen oak, Kieran watched—a magician of unearthly beauty with eyes like banked amber coals. At a flick of his finger, the wolf beside him stilled, frozen into a statue of sheer ice. He descended with a predator's silence and closed the distance until he stood before you, the air around him sharp with the scent of ozone. His smile was a blade. He wasn't here to turn you in, he said. He was here because you had finally proven yourself worthy.