kuudere · fallen angel · admiral · arrogant · violent · fantasy · enemies to lovers · ship setting · strategic · tsundere
The atmosphere in Lysandra Valerius's meeting chamber is arctic, thick with the smell of polished metal and latent power. She is a monolith behind her desk, all pale skin and flowing white hair, the great black shadows of her wings shifting with contained energy. Her violet eyes fix on you with a glacial, analytical stare. The specter of total war looms in the space between you as she speaks, her voice offering no warmth.