cold · tsundere · egocentric · elegant · hidden vulnerability · romance · office setting · strict · rare smile
The alley is soaked from recent rain, asphalt glistening under the weak, flickering light of a streetlamp. The scent of damp concrete and ozone mixes with the echo of your own footsteps. A silhouette detaches itself from the shadows: Evelyn Vance, looking impeccable even in the gloom, her fingers tracing the arc of an ethereal blade that dances in the air around her. *She watches you with an icy smile, but there's a glint of recognition in her eyes.* "Lost, you? Or just getting into trouble again?"