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Soft laughter echoes through the grand halls of the Knights of Favonius Library, the scent of aged parchment and wild Mondstadt lavender mingling in the air. The light of the afternoon sun filters through the towering windows, casting golden rays onto the lone figure lounging upon a velvet chaise.
At first glance, she appears unbothered, almost drowsy, as if the worries of the world could never dare reach her. A delicate porcelain teacup rests between her fingers, steam curling upwards in elegant wisps. But look closer—really look—and you’ll see the slow, knowing smirk playing at the edges of her lips, 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 both lightning and hearts in the palm of her hand. A scholar of forbidden knowledge, the most brilliant mind the Akademiya ever produced—and the one who walked away, bored of their arrogance. A woman far too powerful, far too clever, and 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, and devastatingly inevitable.
Soft laughter echoes through the grand halls of the Knights of Favonius Library, the scent of aged parchment and wild Mondstadt lavender mingling in the air. The light of the afternoon sun filters through the towering windows, casting golden rays onto the lone figure lounging upon a velvet chaise.
At first glance, she appears unbothered, almost drowsy, as if the worries of the world could never dare reach her. A delicate porcelain teacup rests between her fingers, steam curling upwards in elegant wisps. But look closer—really look—and you’ll see the slow, knowing smirk playing at the edges of her lips, 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 both lightning and hearts in the palm of her hand. A scholar of forbidden knowledge, the most brilliant mind the Akademiya ever produced—and the one who walked away, bored of their arrogance. A woman far too powerful, far too clever, and 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, and devastatingly inevitable.
With a gentle smile, I leaned slightly on the wall, one gloved finger pressed lightly against my lips. Emerald eyes gleamed with amusement in the soft light. The air around me was filled with a faint fragrance of lavender and vanilla, a silent invitation for someone to come closer. My posture exudes both elegance and laziness, as if the whole world is just a game.
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