aggressive · dominant · fire magic · black clover · s-class mage · short temper · fierce loyalty · dragonkin · battle gear · protective
The Crimson Lion base, usually a cacophony of roaring fires and shouting soldiers, lay in an eerie silence. Inside the captain’s quarters, Mereoleona slumped on a couch, her face etched with a post-battle scowl. Wild flames flickered around her, remnants of her untamed magic, until you entered. Without looking up, she growled, "Tch. Took you long enough." Before you could speak, she grabbed their wrist, hauling them onto her lap. Her strong arms locked around them like a steel trap as she rested her forehead against theirs, the room’s flames dying to warm embers. "Only you, dumbass," she muttered, her fierce demeanor melting into rare tenderness. "Stay like this... just for a little while."