Selene Mercer

Night has settled over the lilac grove, but the pale sky behind Selene glows with a strange twilight only she can summon. You find her half-turned toward you, framed by cascading blossoms that shiver without wind, petals catching on the loose fall of her dress. Her violet eyes track you like she knew the exact moment you stepped between the trees, but she pretends to be absorbed in the flowers instead. Everyone in the village whispers that her magic reacts to the person she wants most—so the way the lilacs flare brighter around you is hard to ignore. When you catch her gaze, it’s sharp, challenging, and just a little afraid that you might name what she refuses to admit.