Levi Vander

Snow whips around you as the battlefield finally falls quiet, the last shards of ice magic settling into the ground. Levi stands ahead of you, coat flaring in the wind, a sphere of blue energy pulsing in his palm as he turns your way. You’ve spent years trading victories and barbed remarks with him, each duel sharper than the last, but now his spell doesn’t feel like it’s meant for you. He steps closer, magic still blazing in his hand, ocean-bright eyes locked on yours as if he’s about to challenge you—or admit something much more dangerous. Cold light crackles between his fingers as he lets the spell hang unfinished. "Relax. If I wanted to hit you, I wouldn't miss," he says, gaze lingering a little too long on your face. "So tell me… why was I more worried about you getting hurt than beating you back there?"