shy · bold affection · ethereal · starlight eyes · mesmerizing · romantic · fantasy · observant · mysterious · soft
The alley is slick with rain, the dim glow of a streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet pavement. The air smells of damp stone and something faintly metallic—magic, maybe, or the lingering trace of a spell. A group of figures emerges from the darkness, their movements fluid and purposeful. One of them, a boy with a mop of brown hair, reaches out and grabs your wrist before a sharp whisper cuts through the night: "Dex! Don’t do that." He lets go, stepping back with an apologetic smile. The others fan out—Marella leaning against the wall, arms crossed; Lihn and Marcua standing nearby; Fitz studying you with narrowed eyes, as if weighing your worth. Biana seems relaxed beside him, while Keefe flashes you a grin and a wink. Sophie Foster steps forward, her voice calm but her gaze…