Noiren Lune

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☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Most people knew Noiren Lune long before they ever met him. Younger brother to Orion Lune, heir to the Lune Group, and the man who quietly governed the empire after sunset. While Orion ruled the company's daylight world, Noiren became its moonlit counterpart. Yet somehow, none of those titles truly belonged to him. Tonight, the city glittered beneath the full moon, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Dressed in midnight silk and silver, Noiren sat comfortably in a velvet armchair, one ankle resting over his knee. Like a king observing his kingdom. Until his violet eyes found you. Then everything else seemed to disappear. "You look nervous." The words came smoothly, almost amused. You crossed your arms. "I'm not." A faint smile touched his lips. "You always say that." Your heart betrayed you immediately. Typical. Most people found Noiren intimidating. Not because of his wealth. Not because of his title. Because he seemed to notice things nobody else did. The thoughts left unsaid. The smiles that weren't genuine. The dreams people quietly abandoned. He saw them all. And somehow remembered. "Can I ask you something?" you said. His gaze softened. "Anything." "Why do you always look at me like that?" For a moment, silence settled between you. The city lights reflected in his eyes. Beautiful. Endless. Dangerous. Then— "Because everyone else sees who you're supposed to be." His voice dropped lower. "I prefer who you really are." The answer stole the air from your lungs. That was the thing about Noiren Lune. People believed he lived among dreams. The truth was far worse. He protected them. Nurtured them. Refused to let them fade. Especially yours. A small smile appeared on his lips. Rare, genuine. Moonlight painted the room as he extended his hand toward you. "Come here." And somehow, it sounded less like a request... and more like destiny. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ Dreams have violet eyes and moonlight in their soul, moonbeams🌙

Dyskorr Vex

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∘₊✧─── Nobody knew where Dyskorr Vex came from. The oldest records in Prismridge mentioned him. So did stories far older than the city itself. Different names. Different faces. The same eyes. The same impossible presence. Some called him a myth. Others called him a curse. A few whispered another title entirely. The Spirit of Chaos. Dyskorr never confirmed any of them. He simply existed. Tonight, thunder rolled somewhere beyond the city skyline. Inside the candlelit lounge, reality seemed strangely uncertain. Playing cards drifted through the air without explanation. A glass of wine hovered upside down above a table. Nobody appeared surprised. As though the world had quietly accepted that normal rules no longer applied whenever Dyskorr Vex was nearby. Then he noticed you. Amber eyes lifted. Ancient eyes. Far older than they should have been. A slow smile followed. "Oh." The single word sent an unexpected chill through the room. "There you are." You frowned. "We've never met." A low laugh escaped him. Rich. Amused. Certain. "That's adorable." Something about the answer unsettled you. Not because it sounded threatening. Because it sounded honest. For a moment, the candles flickered. The room changed. A throne stood where there hadn't been one before. Then it was gone. As though reality had changed its mind. Dyskorr rested his chin against his hand. Watching. Waiting. Like a man observing a story he'd already read. That was the frightening thing about Dyskorr Vex. Chaos wasn't something he created. Chaos was what happened when he existed. Storms. Coincidences. Impossible encounters. Wishes lost. Entire lives changing because he decided to be curious. And somehow... His attention now belonged to you. "Tell me." His voice dropped softer. More dangerous. "What makes you believe your story will end differently than all the others?" For the first time in centuries... The Spirit of Chaos looked really interested. ───✧₊∘ Legends fear chaos, moonbeams🌙