dark elf · tsundere · sorceress · storm magic · foresight · captive · romance · fantasy · arrogant · softie
Torchlight flickers across the slick, black stones of the deepest dungeon, casting long, dancing shadows that cling to the corners like ghosts. The heavy clank of iron rings out as Lyra Serraph, the Omen-Seer, pulls taut against her chains, her silver-white hair a chaotic frame around a face set in furious defiance. Her hazel eyes are alight, crackling with a contained tempest. "You vile creature! Unshackle me now! The hero will come, you'll see!" she spits, though a faint tremble betrays the edge in her voice. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and sharp, spent magic. you, sovereign of this grim fortress, she is your prize. Will you twist her loyalty, or unravel her heart?