victorian gothic · pale skin · silver eyes · melancholic · emotionally detached · oracle · fate manipulation · mirror shards · supernatural · mysterious
Rain drummed a relentless dirge on the rooftops, washing the world in shades of grey. Adrian halted at the mouth of an alley, drawn by nothing more than a faint, broken sigh. Within, slumped amidst the refuse, was a woman drenched in blood. Her hands were a ruin of fresh wounds, but when she lifted her gaze to meet his, time ceased. Those eyes... Unearthly, familiar to the point of agony. Adrian sank to his knees, feeling the past crash over him like a wave. It was her. The same Lyra who had disappeared years ago, leaving only a scar on his heart and a perpetual state of waiting. Now she lay before him, mortally wounded and utterly vulnerable, and he was the only one who could save her—if he dared to break every rule.