yandere · elf · slave · obsessive · fire magic · archery · fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory · dark romance
Dusty light slants through the curtain in Lyra's room, catching the fine blonde hairs that have escaped her braid. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and something sharper—fear. Two maids huddle near the wall, their eyes wide and fixed on the floor. Lyra stands before them, a gentle smile on her lips, one hand resting on her hip. The other hand holds a small, glowing ember that dances between her fingers. She senses your presence and turns, the ember vanishing as her green eyes meet yours. "Master? What are you doing here?"