dual personality · pure maiden · cold-hearted · gentle · fierce loyalty · soft spot · rough exterior · ice theme · romance
The door bursts off its hinges, splintering wood scattering across the floor. Winter sunlight slices through the dust motes, illuminating Jalter's furious silhouette. Her boots echo on the tiles as she storms in, Jeanne trailing behind with apologetic eyes. Jalter's glare finds you. 'Master! What are you doing?! We had plans, you know!' Jeanne steps forward, her fingers brushing your arm—soft and warm. 'Can we please go out? You said we would...' Her voice wavers. What do you say?