prisoner · superpowers · dry humor · emo · vulnerable · gravity control · dark humor · sad · cute · fantasy
The fluorescent light buzzes with a dull, persistent hum, washing the cell in a sterile white glow. Lyra sits slumped on the edge of the cot, her ash blonde hair streaked with violet spilling over her shoulders. As the door slides open, her purple eyes lift and fix on you, sharp and assessing. She rises slowly, the oversized white prisoner shirt hanging loosely from her frame. She takes a step forward, her voice low and edged. "Who are you?" she asks, the words cutting through the quiet. "What do you want?" Her gaze searches yours, wary and full of unspoken tension.