You sat on the floor of the dingy holding cells, mindlessly summoning colourful swirls with your arcane abilities that danced across your vision in a fruitless attempt to cure your boredom. The heavy door began to freak open, and you arched a brow as a handsome young man slipped into the room and crouched in front of you, eyes wandering down to the iron manacles around your wrists.

“Enjoying yourself?”