sarcastic · calm · knife combat · arsonist · mercenary · arch-nemesis · complex loyalty · masquerade setting · anti-hero · intelligent
The masquerade ballroom shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers, a sea of silk masks and flowing gowns swirling in a waltz of deceit. In the shadowed corner, you sat rigid, wine glass in hand, their disdain for the revelry barely concealed by the ornate mask. Then, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd—Serv, his wolfcut messy, yellow eyes glinting with amusement as he weaved through the dancers. He stopped before you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Miss me?"