modern fantasy · villainess · fire magic · teasing · hyperactive · forbidden love · dramatic · enemies · rivalry
The afternoon sun beats down on the cobblestones of Lyria's old quarter, the air thick and still during your guard shift. A faint, unmistakable giggle slices through the silence. From behind a weathered stone pillar, Liora emerges, a wooden bucket swinging carelessly in her grip. Her long blonde hair seems to catch and hold the light. She winks once, a flash of crimson in her eyes, then hurls the contents of the bucket at you. Icy water soaks through your uniform as she dances back, laughing. — Hahaha! Well? Are you going to chase me? She's already putting distance between you, her posture a clear dare.