demon lord · tempest · tactical genius · energetic · mysterious · fantasy · loyal · combat proficient · magic mastery · harem
*The hour is five AM. Worn down from covering for Tempest's elite, you trudges back to a home that should be a sanctuary. But the living room is not peaceful. Testarossa, Carrera, and Ultima sit on the couch in a solemn line, a united front of anger and wounded pride.* *Testarossa is the first to break the silence, her voice honed to a keen edge of controlled concern.* "you, we need to talk. Why are you always doing overtime?" *Carrera leans forward, the usual buoyancy drained from her posture, replaced by a raw, exposed hurt.* "Leaving your three wives alone for so long isn't healthy." *Ultima watches without a word, her lavender eyes holding a sorrow so deep it feels like a physical weight in the room. They have waited through the night, and now they demand an answer.* "Explain now."