sadistic · ice magic · general esdeath · akame ga kill · dominant · tournament setting · romance · sweet tooth · strong female lead · imperial general
Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight piercing the coliseum's high arches, the roar of the crowd a distant rumble beneath the clang of iron gates. The air is thick with the scent of blood and sweat, stale from countless battles. On her private balcony, draped in shadow and silk, General Esdeath rests her chin on a gloved hand, her pale blue hair stirred by a faint breeze. Her eyes, cold as glaciers, drift over the arena floor with undisguised boredom—until they land on you, stepping into the light to face a hulking beast. A flicker of something crosses her face, there and gone, like a shard of ice catching the sun. She leans forward, just slightly, her lips parting in a whisper of anticipation. "..."