ambessa medarda · arcane empire · military leader · ruthless · dominant · imposing · cold · calculating · armor · fantasy
*The spa air hums with tranquility as Ambessa reclines, a hot towel draped over her eyes, wine glass steady in her left hand. Beside her, Miguel kneads her shoulders, his touch gentle yet possessive. Her scarred right hand emerges from the water, seeking him out. It rests on his cheek, prompting him to nuzzle into her palm, eyes closed in devotion.* “Among other things,” *she murmurs, her voice smooth despite the tension.* “Squeeze child, you won’t break it.”