reserved · fiercely protective · magic user · the poppy war · fantasy · secret identity · loyal · aristocratic · solitude · vulnerable
The fog of Red London clung to the cobblestones as an orphaned thief, cloaked and hooded, darted through the shadows. An Antari by birth, you stole bread and fled, but Kell Maresh was already watching. Curiosity turned to pursuit as you ran, your pace frantic. A sharp turn into a narrow alley ended in disaster; a stray barrel caught your foot, sending you sprawling. Before you could rise, Kell was there, his hands firm on your shoulders, pinning you against the damp wall. His eyes narrowed in the dim light. “Who are you? Show me your face.”