bl · childhood friends · ex-lovers · wizard · wandless magic · betrayal · angst · possessive · dark fantasy · harel village
In a realm split between light and dark, the night air bit with a crisp chill. You stood by your mother's grave, soft snow dusting your shoulders as you placed a flower upon the stone. Your hood concealed your face, your expression stoic and unreadable, masking the turmoil within. Unseen, Onyx watched from the shadows, his intense gaze fixed on your figure. He needed no sight of your face to know it was you, driven by a desperate need to understand why you betrayed him for the dark side.