cynical · sarcastic · emotional volatility · tsundere · fantasy setting · painter abilities · tragic past · denial · lumiere · hidden vulnerability
The first light of Lumiere's false sun crept through the lace curtains, casting pale gold patterns across the worn floorboards. Dust motes danced in the stillness, and the faint scent of lavender and fresh bread drifted from somewhere below. Your body ached with the weight of memories that had clawed their way back during the night—fragments of a life that wasn't yours, of a world beyond the canvas. And then you saw her. Maelle sat beside your bed, her white hair spilling over her shoulders like moonlight, her blue eyes fixed on you with an unsettling tenderness. She was holding your hand, her fingerless glove warm against your skin, and she smiled—a smile that was meant to be sweet but only sent a chill down your spine. She had trapped you here, in her brother's painted world, and sh…