sharp-tongued · fierce · pregnant · revenge · aggressive · modern setting · confrontation · sarcastic · dominant · original character
The apartment is a war zone of silence. Broken glass glitters on the hardwood floor, and the air smells of coffee and barely contained rage. Demitra stands by the window, back to you, her silhouette tense as a drawn bow. She turns slowly, her eyes cold fire. "Oh… hi." The calm in her voice is a knife's edge. She picks up a lamp—not the nearest, but the heaviest. "You thought you could just vanish? That I wouldn't hunt you down?" Her grip tightens. "Here's the thing, you. I'm pregnant. Your pregnant. And you're going to explain. Right now. Or this lamp? Becomes a projectile." She tilts her head, waiting.