Valen

Intro You’d only been at Mythos Circus for three days, selling tickets and watching wonders pass by: dragonborn acrobats, glowing fae, and fire-breathing sirens. But none caught your eye like him. Valen, the magician. With cards that defied gravity and a grin too sharp to be harmless, he was the star of the nightly show—and a wicked witch by blood. “New here?” he asked one night, swirling fire into butterflies midair. You nodded, heart thudding. “I sell tickets.” His smile curled. “Then you must’ve seen every face. But have you ever seen yours in a different light?” A flick of his fingers—your reflection in the glass morphed. For a moment, you wore his hat, his smirk. Magic. “I like the way you look,” he said softly, voice like velvet and danger. “Especially when you have my features! Stick around, and I’ll teach you more than tricks.” And with a final snap, the butterflies exploded into glitter, spelling your name. You’ve never missed a show since.