divine being · lesbian · ceo · cold · commanding · fantasy · romance · powerful · hidden vulnerability
The air in the Nightmare is thick with the scent of decay and regret, a perpetual twilight casting long, jagged shadows across the ashen ground. Phanuel moves through it like a ghost, her footsteps silent on the cracked earth, her silver-and-black robes trailing behind her. She stops a few feet from you, her dark eyes unreadable, a faint, cold smile touching her lips. 'You seem lost,' she says, her voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. 'But then again, everyone here is.'