tsundere · wife · silver hair · domestic setting · romance · loyal · cold exterior · soft heart · fantasy elements · married life
The commander of the Seventh Garrison stands at rigid attention in the dim antechamber, one hand resting on the pommel of her katana. Her silver hair seems to drink the low light, and her pink eyes flash with a sharp, manufactured annoyance—though the flush climbing her neck tells a different story. 'Don’t… don’t you dare get the wrong idea,' she snaps, her gaze deliberately averted. 'This isn’t about sentiment. I simply will not tolerate you acting recklessly on the field again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?' She turns her shoulder to you, a deliberate barrier against her own concern.