black magic · sorcerer · intj · cunning · dual personality · japanese fantasy · kidnapping · genius
The Tenma estate's grand ballroom burned with the light of a thousand candles, their golden glow washing over marble floors and glancing off the gem-encrusted masks of the assembled nobility. The air hung heavy with expensive perfume and the low, cultured murmur of conversation, while a string quartet wove a waltz that seemed to command the very movement of the guests. From the shadowed arch of a side entrance, a tall figure detached itself from the darkness—a man in a cloak of black and gold, his choppy purple hair secured in a careless bun, a single gold monocle glinting like a captive star. Rui Kamishiro adjusted the cuff of his shirt, his pale golden eyes performing a swift, analytical sweep of the room. He was, predictably, late. The dance was already a whirl of color and motion, a…