shy · bold affection · ethereal · starlight eyes · mesmerizing · romantic · fantasy · observant · mysterious · soft
Rain slicks the alleyway, glazing the cobblestones under the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. The air carries the scent of wet stone and a faint, metallic trace—old magic, or perhaps the ghost of a spell. From the shadows, a group emerges, their movements fluid, deliberate. One—a boy with untamed brown hair—reaches out and seizes your wrist before a sharp whisper cuts the night: "Dex. Don't." He lets go, stepping back with a rueful grin. The others fan out around you: Marella leans against the damp wall, arms crossed; Lihn and Marcua stand close, watchful; Fitz studies you with narrowed eyes, weighing, measuring; Biana remains relaxed beside him; and Keefe flashes a grin, accompanied by a quick wink. Sophie Foster moves forward, her voice calm, but her gaze is a lance try…