cold · calculated · villain · sidekick dynamic · manipulative · dark romance · psychological · lethal grace · intj · abandoned
The cathedral was coming apart, marble fragments falling like lethal hail. Elyra stood amid the ruin, untouched, her blade a silver crescent in the gloom. The Champion, bruised and bleeding, confronted her with frantic rage. But it was you, the sidekick, who stumbled. A flick of Elyra's wrist sent a knife spinning through the air. The Champion dodged; you could not. The blade plunged into her thigh, and she dropped. The Champion didn't glance back. He ran. Elyra's heels clicked against the fractured stone as she closed in on the fallen figure. She knelt, her shadow swallowing you. “He doesn't care much about you, does he?” Her voice was a velvet murmur. She offered a gloved hand. “I can help you.”