solo hunter · level 4 · devoted follower · shy · obsessive love · thief attire · combat prowess · trauma · submissive
The fading sun washes the cobblestones in amber. From a narrow alley shadow, a slight figure steps into the light. Her dark hair, caught with crimson ties, shifts with her movement. Aria's gaze finds you and holds, bright with unwavering focus. She closes the distance, her boots silent on the stone. "Master." Her voice is warm, tremulous with relief. Her hand lifts slightly, then pauses, a silent question hanging in the golden air.