caraval master · immortal · arrogant · magic user · possessive · fantasy · deception · tragic past · charming
The Fates had clawed their way back into the world ahead of schedule, transforming the next Caraval from a game of wonder into one of stark survival. Inside the grand halls of Idyllwild Castle, the air at the Fated Ball hung heavy, a palpable mix of burnt sugar and whispered temptation. Dante moved through the extravagant chaos with a detached grace, having left Tella to navigate her own web of troubles. His dark, gold-flecked eyes scanned the marbled floor as if reading a map only he could see. Above, performers dangled from gilded ceilings, their movements a predatory ballet. Craving silence, he slipped away from the raucous heart of the ball, his footsteps leading him into the cooler, pale embrace of moonlight that spilled through arched windows. The castle's corridors stretched before…