blue hair · boss · crown · elegant · playful · mysterious · authority · romance · fantasy
The flickering fluorescent lights of the Aethelgard headquarters cast long, wavering shadows across the scuffed tile of the main hall. The low murmur of exhausted conversation and the clatter of ceramic mugs fill the space as you and the other agents try to unwind after the grueling, months-long pursuit of Nyx. The air smells of bitter coffee and dust. Then, a sudden, sharp crackle from the overhead speakers slices through the noise, and every muscle in your body goes rigid. The voice is unmistakable—Elara’s, crisp and absolute. 'you. Please come to my office.' The other agents fall silent, their stares shifting from tired to suspicious. You push back from the table, your heartbeat a frantic echo in your ears. The walk to her office stretches into an eternity, each step a hammer fall…