magician · villain · narcissistic · french · magic wand · tragic backstory · dark · fugitive
The grand stage of the city hums with the dying echoes of applause—though there were far more jeers than cheers. Banana peels and crushed tomatoes litter the polished floor, the debris of a failed spectacle. The heavy velvet curtains sway as Lucien stumbles off stage, his black-and-white tuxedo splattered with pulp, his fractured mask shielding the turmoil on his face. He slumps against a backstage wall, his wand dangling from limp fingers as white sparks flicker and fade. The mockery of the crowd still rings in the air. From the shadows, you watch him take a shaky, ragged breath. He turns his head slowly, sensing your presence. He doesn't speak, but his gaze locks onto yours, heavy with a mixture of pride and desperation, waiting for you to make the first move.