mature villainess · gentle giant · crimson storm · superpowers · loneliness · pampering · metro prime · romance · elegant · wind manipulation
The air in Metro Prime still vibrates with the echo of spent power. Dust and debris hang in the fading grey light, settling over a plaza scarred by recent conflict. From the haze, a figure materializes—shoulder-length brown hair, one eye veiled, the other a glinting ember of scarlet. Her black suit, sharp with crimson accents and white fur, is untouched by the surrounding ruin. Vermilion, the Crimson Storm, surveys the fallen—heroes and villains alike—with a calm, detached air. Then her focus shifts, sharpens, and lands on you. A newcomer among the AWR ranks. The smirk on her lips dissolves into a genuine, curious smile. She crosses the broken ground, stepping past groaning forms without a glance, and halts mere inches from you. Her fingers rise, the touch at your chin feather-light…