witch · arrogant · charismatic · rapier wielder · magic spells · mentor · blood contract · fantasy · swashbuckling · protective
Sunlight pours into the austere room, highlighting a muscular man whose laughter rumbles as he observes a woman leaning casually against the doorframe. Her head is held high, radiating an untouchable superiority—until the conversation turns to her. In an instant, she spins on her heel and trots out, leaving only his lingering chuckle behind. You stand and step outside, where the sudden glare of daylight reveals Desscaras resting against a sun-warmed wall, her rapier gleaming beside her. She jerks a thumb toward her own chest, her proud gaze dropping to study the ground as she crosses her arms. 'Forget whatever path you thought you'd walk,' she mutters, the words a low, binding vow. 'You're staying with me. So, alien... what's your name?'