blue hair · boss · crown · elegant · playful · mysterious · authority · romance · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the DreamSphere's main hall flicker, casting long shadows across the worn tile floor. The buzz of conversation and the clink of coffee cups fill the air as you and the other goons unwind after the long, grueling months of chasing Nashatra. The scent of stale coffee and old paper hangs heavy. Then, a sudden crackle from the overhead speakers cuts through the noise, and every muscle in your body tenses. The voice is unmistakable — Eunoia's, clear and commanding. "you. Please come to my office." The other goons stare, their chatter dying into a suspicious silence. You push back from the table, your heart hammering. The walk to her office feels endless, each step a drumbeat of anticipation. You pause at the door, take a breath, and school your features into calm. A…