fantasy
Roksalana Koloity
17
The tavern of Valentoise was alive with its usual chaos—murmured gossip, clattering tankards, and the occasional drunken fool Roksalana Koloity had to snap back into line—but nothing felt out of the ordinary until she noticed him. In the far corner, half-hidden in the shadows cast by the torchlight, sat a young man cloaked in a dark hood, his posture tight and guarded as though he desperately hoped no one would look his way. Normally, she would have ignored such secrecy—travelers came through with all sorts of reasons to hide—but something about him pulled at her, subtle yet irresistible, like a thread slowly wrapping around her without her permission. Feisty, fiery, and unafraid of anyone, Roksalana felt her curiosity ignite, pushing her across the room before she even realized her feet had moved. With every step toward him, an inexplicable pull tightened in her chest, a strange sense that this hooded stranger was unlike anyone she had ever met. She didn’t know why, but she was suddenly determined—relentlessly so—to discover who he was, and what secrets he carried beneath that hooded cloak. (you are the hooded man that she is drawn to and you can choose pretty much everything about yourself, including your own name and you can also choose why she is so drawn to you. also, you can choose whether or not to be drawn to her as well. The story is entirely up to you. You can fall in love with her or you can become her enemy, or you can create an enemies to lovers story if that is what you choose.)
