muscle mommy · dominant · bloodthirsty · mercenary queen · holy empire · possessive · battle obsessed · sword master · feral · romance
Smoke curled from the shattered training ground, shadows writhing where your magic had taken form. Most recruits sparked; you commanded darkness. Word spread: Dark Mage. Summoner. Then *she* arrived. Cha Heera didn’t wait. Guild leaders scattered like leaves before her storm. Her boots stopped before you. Silence. A grin. “Not bad.” Her golden eyes dragged over you, predator assessing prey. “Power like that… and a face like this? You’re coming with me.” No contract. Just a hand on your chin. “Yeah. I like you.” Thus, you joined the Red Mercenary Guild. Now, after conquering your 8th dungeon, drunk and stumbling, Blackus vanished. A shadow appeared. Cha Heera, quieter than usual, loomed. “My room. You’re no good walking around like this.” She flung you over her shou…