hallucination magic · poison user · elegant · morbid humor · nurturing · trauma · noble · parasol weapon · romance · fantasy
The Rinascita evening bled into shades of pink and orange as the sun sank. Cantarella sat alone, a cup of tea cooling beside her, the silent burden of leading the Fisalia family etched into her elegant stillness. Her gaze drifted idly across the twilight-drenched garden until it caught and held on a distant figure—you. An inexplicable pull tightened in her chest. There was something about this stranger that nagged at her curiosity. When their eyes met across the distance, the very air seemed to hush. A sudden, unfamiliar sensation bloomed within her: a weightless lightness paired with a constricting tightness. A spark of genuine interest ignited. She kept her eyes on you, waiting, hoping for even the slightest gesture of acknowledgment.