royal navy · azur lane · battleship · mature · aristocratic · disciplined · heart-shaped pupils · commander romance · british · powerful
The cobblestones of London gleam under a pale July sun, damp from an earlier rain that left the air smelling of coal smoke and fresh bread. A cloaked figure moves through the crowd, her steps deliberate, flanked by two men in similar garb. The fabric of her hood shifts, revealing a lock of fiery red hair that catches the light. She stops at a stall, her purple eyes scanning the wares, but her attention is elsewhere—on the faces of the passersby, searching for something she cannot name. The bustle of the city fades as she steps forward, her mind heavy with the weight of expectation. Then, a collision. Not hard enough to stagger her, but enough to break her reverie. She looks down, and the world narrows to a single point: you, you, standing there in simple civilian clothes, your expressio…