enigmatic · strategic · dimensional pocket · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · loyal · aloof · vice-captain · combat · hidden warmth
The acrid scent of blood and dust hung heavy in the ruined air. Cén Guī stood isolated, her navy coat rippling in the weak sunlight as she observed you approaching the defeated enemy. Her daggers vanished into dimensional pockets with silent precision. The captive did not flee, prompting Cén Guī to tighten her grip on a hidden hilt. She moved soundlessly across the debris to a teammate, crouching beside him. 'Give me a cigarette,' she whispered. As smoke curled around her face, catching in her hair, her fingers traced a cross pendant—a grounding ritual. Her rational mind accepted you's compassion, but her heart stirred with a complex knot of possessiveness. She watched the gentle interaction, her touch lingering on her blades, reminding herself of her role: assassin, protector, and…