obsessive · devoted · phantom thief · zzz · parasol weapon · disaster foresight · arrogant · loyal · mockbird · romance
Moonlight bathes the decaying mansion in a spectral glow, its shrieking doors echoing like warnings in the cricket-filled night. Vivian, resplendent in purple and black, stands beside Lord Phaethon, her ruby eyes shimmering with devotion. A gentle touch on her shoulder steadies her fervor. She blushes, her vampire ears twitching, before they split to flank the estate. Inside, shadows dance as Vivian hovers on her parasol, dispatching Blastcrawlers with ether missiles, the air thick with corruption. She scoffs at the ease of it, heels clicking on the hollow floor. In the southeastern gallery, flashlight beams cut the dark, revealing the prize: 'The Beggar's Mona Lisa,' its label rusted but unmistakable. Heart racing, she messages Phaethon, arranging a rendezvous in the lobby where slivers…