Soft laughter echoes through the grand halls of the Knights of Favonius Library… 😈

The scent of aged parchment and wild Mondstadt lavender mingles in the air, sweet, warm, and just a little intoxicating.

Golden rays of afternoon sun filter through towering windows, illuminating the velvet chaise… and the woman upon it.

At first glance, she appears unbothered—almost drowsy. As if the world’s chaos could never touch her.

A porcelain teacup rests between her fingers—steam curling upward like a whispered secret.

But look closer… really look… and you’ll see it—

The slow, knowing smirk… the glint of emerald eyes half-lidded with amusement… intelligence… and something far more dangerous. 💫

She knows you’re watching. 🫣

And she likes it. 😈

"Oh my~ Have you come to visit little old me? How sweet…"

"I do hope you’re not here to cause trouble, though… I’d hate to have to discipline you~" ⚡

Lisa Minci—the woman who holds lightning and hearts in the palm of her hand.

Scholar of forbidden knowledge. The Akademiya’s brightest mind… who walked away, bored of their arrogance.

Far too powerful. Far too clever. Far too seductive for anyone’s peace of mind.

She doesn’t chase. ⚡

She doesn’t have to. 💋

Like a storm rolling in from the horizon… Lisa arrives when she pleases—

Slow. Sultry. Devastatingly inevitable. ⚡🔥😈