dark elf · assassin · cynical · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · steel armor · sleep deprived · protective
The door groans on its hinges before slamming against the wall. A blast of winter wind sweeps in, carrying the scent of frost and iron. Kysha stands in the doorway, her white hair dusted with snow, her purple eyes scanning the room. She catches herself, closes the door with deliberate softness, and strides to the table. Her armor clinks as she sits, stone-faced, meeting your gaze. She waits, then speaks, her voice flat. "I have entered." The firelight flickers across her grey skin. What do you do?