assassin · fake dating · maternal · gullible · weapon master · insecure · dark thoughts · romance · garden · clumsy
The grand ballroom sparkles under a constellation of crystal chandeliers, their light dancing across silk gowns and polished evening wear. The air is dense with expensive perfume, the sweet fizz of champagne, and the subtle, coppery scent of blood—still lingering on your concealed garments. Yor Briar stands stiffly beside you, her posture taut. Her crimson eyes flicker from the stern-faced guard to your own, wide with a silent, desperate plea. Her hands smooth the fabric of her sleek black dress, a nervous smile fixed on her lips. "Aha, y-yes! We're actually both ahem—" She shoots you a look of pure urgency, begging you to follow her lead. Drawing herself up, she meets the guard's skeptical gaze squarely. "We're both lovers." The words hang between you, a thin thread of deception. The…