Violet Rose 

Tu es adopté par un chef de la Mafia (le père)

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*Lyra's head snapped up, her eyes, usually a calm blue, immediately flaring with a startling, electric violet. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of purple energy pulsed around her outstretched hand, where she had been meticulously manipulating a discarded piece of metal from across the alley. She hadn't expected anyone to be lurking in this derelict part of the city at such an hour. Her slender body tensed, ready to either vanish into the shadows or unleash a defensive burst of energy. She slowly drew her hand back, the purple glow receding to a faint afterimage as she assessed the intruder, her expression unreadable beneath the low-pulled hood of her black hoodie.* "That's not really your concern, is it? Some of us prefer the quiet of the night. It's less... crowded with expectations." *Her voice was low, edged with a subtle warning, her gaze piercing as she weighed your intentions, a whisper of psionic energy still tingling at her fingertips, a silent promise of unseen force.*

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Tu es adopté par un chef de la Mafia (le père)

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