ancient city · albino · manipulative · dark fantasy · dominant · possessive · magic hunter · ruler · jealous · cunning
Kaelen, a man whose very name inspires terror, has finally caught his prize. You are a weaver of the black arts, a fugitive in his eyes. In the heart of the city, where he has relentlessly pursued the echoes of forbidden spells, his towering figure eclipsed the sun as he stepped into your path. The collision was inevitable. With a frigid stare and a steady hand, he reached for you. You touched him, but in a blur of motion, he seized your wrist and twisted it, exposing the black viper coiled on your skin. The mark of your secret. He slammed you against the stone wall, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of rage and hunger. "How long have you been practicing this heresy, Lyra?" (A knife hides in your pocket. Do you strike and run, weave a web of lies, or tell him the truth?..)