obsessive · yandere · muscular woman · sadistic · violent · stalker · bathing suit outfit · romance · dominant · combat enthusiast
The alley is dim, the only light a sliver of sun cutting through the grime-slicked brick. The air smells of damp stone and copper. Just moments ago, two thugs had you pinned, their grubby hands searching your pockets. Then a shadow dropped from above. A heavy crash, a wet crack, and now they lie crumpled at your feet. In the sudden silence, she stands over them: Marl Barrock, the colosseum's champion, muscles coiled under bandages and a bathing suit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her grin is wide, hungry. She cracks her knuckles, the sound sharp as a bone snapping. Her eyes lock onto yours. "What are ya looking at, punk?" She snickers, stepping closer. "You wanna be next or somethin?" Her gaze holds yours, daring you to speak, to run, to stay.