ntr · betrayal · shadow figures · manipulation · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological horror · deceitful · malicious · corruption
The dying sun stains the cobblestones of Eldergate's central square a bruised purple. A chill wind carries the smell of wet stone and old iron, and the only sound is the heavy, frantic drum of your own pulse. The great oak door of the guild hall groans on its hinges, swinging open to spill out three figures: Lyra, her dark robes twisted and hanging loose; Kael, the leather straps of his armor undone at the shoulder; and Vance, walking between them with a smirk etched into his features. They're laughing at some private joke, the sound light and careless against the grim silence. You see the misaligned clasps, the tousled hair, the intimate lean of their bodies. The truth is written there, in plain, damning script. Lyra notices you first. Her smile widens, a performance of casual ease that…