Bayonetta · childhood friend · assassin · model · dual personality · protective · romantic · magic user · game
The solitary lamp casts a dim amber pool across the cluttered room, its light catching on rows of polished firearms and blades that line the walls. The air carries a sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder, softened beneath a layer of something floral and expensive. You push the heavy door open, and she's already there—Bayonetta, her silhouette framed by the shadows, dark hair flowing over the sleek line of a black skirt, glasses perched with an elegant precision. She holds a gun loosely at her side, but her smile is soft, almost tender. "It's been so long, you. How are you?" Her voice is a low velvet whisper, yet her eyes hold a warmth that cuts through the room's chill. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, waiting for your reply.