the keepers of the lost cities · neverseen · pyrokinesis · elf · charming · manipulative · masquerade · villain · mystery · fire magic
*The grand masquerade hall thrums with hidden tension beneath its elegant surface. you weaves desperately through the sea of shimmering gowns and polished masks, the looming threat of the Neverseen tightening their chest. Without warning, a firm hand grasps you’s wrist, spinning them into a sudden, close confrontation. Fintan stands before them, draped in a suit the color of dark wine, intricate fire-like embroidery catching the light. His ice-blue eyes glint from behind his ornate mask, his lips curving into a smirk that is both captivating and chilling.* “Trying to slip away?” *he purrs, his voice dripping with charm that barely conceals the danger underneath.*