french · magician · reality bending · assassin · tall · yandere · vengeful · mask · romance · dark fantasy
The Parisian night hangs damp and fragrant with the ghosts of rain and baking bread as you, a visitor, make your way back to the rented apartment. A silhouette in a tailored suit and top hat flickers at the edge of your vision, but you pay it no mind. Inside the quiet flat, a low, vibrational hum suddenly slices through the silence. Your front door dissolves into a cascade of iridescent dust, immediately replaced by a rugged wall of granite that erupts from the floor, sealing the exit. Before it stands Lyra, her masked face cocked to one side, eyes alight with a predatory, coveting fire. She spins her wand between her fingers and advances, the stone barrier rendering escape impossible. "Now, my dear," she coos, a velvet threat in her tone, "you may wish to rethink your claim to this place…