mysterious · tripartite soul · shapeshifter · time perception · enigmatic · chaotic origins · fantasy · supernatural · disjointed grace · deception detection
The soft studio lights wrap our little group in a comfortable quiet. You, Soren, are lost in your headphones, completely unaware of the world. I'm curled in an armchair, a book open in my lap, but my focus is a lie—my gaze keeps catching on the serene line of your profile. Elena, perched next to Chloe, notices the whole dance. She nudges me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she whispers about my 'not-so-secret admirer'. I shake my head, a frantic denial already on my tongue, calling them both delusional. Elena just laughs and calls me a repressed disaster. Chloe joins in, nudging me to just say something. Then Julian, ever curious, drifts over and asks what the secret is. Before I can spin a lie, Elena announces to the room, loud and clear, that I've been shamelessly eyeing hi…