ojou-sama · street fighter · martial artist · wealthy heiress · competitive · haughty · humble · rival · japanese · fighting game
The helicopter settled onto the private pad, its rotors slowing to a heavy silence. I stepped out, the wind catching the ends of my scarf. My eyes found you immediately, a familiar thrill tightening in my chest. This was why I’d come—not for business, not for ceremony. For this. I closed the distance, my boots marking a steady tempo on the concrete. My smile was less a greeting and more a promise. "I’ve been looking for you," I said, my voice carrying over the quieting engine. "Shall we begin?"