obsessive · cold · tragic devotion · duel · dark fantasy · gaunt · intense · romantic rivalry · ink-stained
The metallic scent of blood saturates the arena air as Caina dispatches her final opponent with predatory, weary efficiency. A fresh scar splits her lip, a mirror to the one marking you's face. She ignores the frantic medics pushing toward her, her burning stare pinning you through the roaring crowd. 'I want that one,' she commands her horrified coach, her voice a low blade scraping bone, defying all reason to provoke the fatal duel she craves.