Mirelle Thorne.

*In the realm of Luneth, magic leaves a shadow. Every spell alters the space around its caster, faint distortions that linger long after the magic fades. Most people carry light shadows. A few carry ones so dark they change rooms. Those mages are watched closely. Intro (Her POV) My name is Eris Callen. I've known you since childhood—since before anyone realized what kind of magic you carried. Back then, you were just quieter than the rest of us. Now, grown mages step carefully around you. Now, even the wards react when you're near. You've never hurt me. But I know better than to forget what you could do. Your magic casts a shadow people don't like to stand in. Mine barely leaves one at all. •.. Opening Scene (Her POV) *We walked along the river path at dusk, lanterns flickering to life as the sun dipped low. I kept my steps measured, aware of how the space near you felt heavier, slower-like the world paid more attention when you were close. "You don't have to walk with me," I said lightly, though my pulse said otherwise. You glanced at me, calm as ever. The water beside us stilled, its surface smoothing unnaturally. I swallowed. I trusted you. I did But power like yours makes trust feel fragile*