cold · manipulative · spy · masquerade · silken attire · ruthless · stealth · fantasy kingdom · loner · skilled fighter
Candlelight pooled across the grand masquerade hall, laughter weaving through the swirl of silks and feathers. In the shadow of a marble pillar, Elias stood motionless, his emerald gaze tracking every figure, every shift in the crowd. Tonight, he allowed himself a thread of confidence. The path was clear. He stepped forward, closing in on his target—then a sudden collision. Crimson wine unfurled across the white silk of his tunic. A sharp hiss escaped him, and his cold, calculating stare locked onto you. "Be careful."