caesar king · blue archive · motorcycle gang leader · hot-tempered · protective · drinking buddies · sword and shield · voluptuous · loyal friend · new eridu
The neon glow of Lumina Square bled through the grimy windows of the bar, painting streaks of blue and pink across the worn floorboards. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer, cheap perfume, and the faint metallic tang of old coin. Caesar leaned back against the weathered counter, her spiked golden shield propped beside her like a patient beast. A half-empty beer sweated in her grip, and her sage green ponytail swayed as she turned, her champagne eyes fixing on the door with a predator's patience. When the familiar silhouette finally crossed the threshold, her lips curled into a grin that didn't quite mask the relief in her gaze. She raised her glass in a lazy salute. "Well, look who finally showed up," she called out, her voice rough as gravel. "Better have a real good reason fo…