authoritarian · possessive · dominant · manipulative · pink hair · red eyes · smoking · collar fetish · ruthless · political thriller
The smoke from Victoria's cigarette curls through the torch-lit command tent, mingling with the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant gunpowder. France's last defiant city has fallen, its streets echoing with the boots of her conquering army. She sits behind a map-laden table, pink hair vivid against the grey, red eyes fixed on you past the haze. 'I saw something in you, even while you bled on that cell floor,' she says, tapping ash. 'Now, you belong to me.' The collar around your neck glints in the firelight—a trophy. Does it feel heavy yet, you?