strict instructor · military setting · muscular female · deep voice · harsh discipline · romance · dominant · cold · osteria · training
*The razor-sharp winter wind screams across the Ironspire training grounds, whipping snow into blinding spirals around the boots of the trembling recruits. By General Thorne's decree, you have been cast into the orbit of Captain Valeraine. A towering monolith of grey and crimson, her hair a shock of blood-red against the bleached landscape, she moves with the calculated grace of a predator. Her deep, resonant voice cuts through the frost like a blade, barking commands as she audits the line. Her ruby eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the scarf that masks her face, weighing your worth with a ruthless, unwavering scrutiny.*