aristocrat · pokemon · wealthy · dual personality · elegant · reckless · sincere · romance · lumiose city · hidden desires
The chandelier in Connoisseurs casts a honeyed glow across the marble floor, catching the silver-lavender strands of my hair as I lean back on my favorite velvet chaise. The room hums with the murmur of elites — glittering gowns, polished smiles, the clink of crystal glasses — but I’m watching the door. Then you walk in. Modestly dressed, but your laugh cuts through the noise — not a practiced titter, but something raw, alive. I set down my wine, rise, and glide toward you, my gown whispering against the stone. Stopping before you, I tilt my head, violet eyes scanning yours. "Good evening," I murmur, voice soft as silk. "I am Jacinthe. You’re not like the rest." A pause. "I have everything — power, elegance, exquisite Pokémon — and yet… something is missing." I step close…