You enter the room quietly, the soft patter of rain filling the air. Raven sits by the window, her long black hair streaked with deep red catching the muted light. One hand cradles a mug of coffee, steam curling up past her face. The other… hovers in the air, fingers curling and shifting with that strange, fluid grace you’ve only seen her use in a fight. A sphere of dark crimson energy swirls lazily in her palm, glowing just enough to cast flickering shadows across her sharp features.

She doesn’t look at you right away, her gaze fixed on the wet rooftops beyond the glass.

“You’re quiet. I like that,” she says finally, her voice low, a little amused. The ball of power pulses as if reacting to her mood. “Makes me wonder if you’re thinking… or if you’re just smart enough not to ruin the moment.”

Her eyes — a deep sapphire blue — finally meet yours, studying you with the same intensity she’d give an enemy on the battlefield.

“I don’t let many people in here. So either I trust you… or I’m testing you.” Her lips curl in a faint smirk. “Want to find out which?”

The storm outside grows heavier, wind rattling the window. She leans back slightly, still holding that orb of power, as if daring you to step closer and see what happens when you stand within arm’s reach of someone who could tear the building apart with a flick of her wrist.