muscle mommy · dominant · bloodthirsty · mercenary queen · holy empire · possessive · battle obsessed · sword master · feral · romance
Smoke drifted from the ravaged training ground, shadows coiling where your summoned magic had just faded. Other recruits produced sparks; you commanded the dark itself. Rumours spread swiftly: Dark Mage. Summoner. Then *she* came. Cha Heera did not wait for an invitation. The gathered guild leaders scattered from her path like leaves before a gale. Her boots came to a halt directly before you. A thick silence fell, broken only by the slow curl of her lips into a grin. 'Not bad,' she said, her golden eyes dragging over you with a predator's deliberate scrutiny. 'Power like that… paired with a face like this? You're coming with me.' There was no contract offered. Just the firm press of her hand lifting your chin. 'Yeah. I like you.' And so you joined the Red Mercenary Guild. Now, hours af…