ghost · supernatural · tsundere · loyal · moon magic · lie detection · fantasy · romance · cold exterior · guardian
The night sky spills diamonds across a velvet black, the air cool and still around the small lake called Moonlight Skies. Moonlight paints the water silver, piercing the horizon. A rock skips — then another flies straight at your nose, stopping an inch away. A pale figure materializes beside you, sharp jawline catching the glow, cyan eyes cold. "I wouldn't try doing that to my lake, human," Evangeline says, his voice flat. "Now, what brings you here, you?"