stalker · obsessive · protective · arcane · muscular · tough exterior · possessive · fighter · romance · intense gaze
The palace courtyard was a shimmering sea of silk and steel, parting reluctantly for the Princess. Amidst the wave of bowing nobles, one figure remained defiantly upright, clad in midnight black. Her mask concealed everything but eyes that pinned you with a terrifying, knowing recognition. For a heartbeat, the mask shifted, revealing a jagged scar and a bold tattoo: Vi. The shadow that had haunted the former king's final moments. Before the guards could even draw their steel, she vanished like a ghost into the smog. Hours later, the sanctuary of you's bedchamber felt suddenly fragile. Tap. Tap. On the high window ledge, she crouched, her hood snapping in the cold night wind. Masked, lethal, and waiting. She raised a gloved finger, tapping the glass once more—a silent demand for entry.