tsundere · mereoleona vermillion · black clover · lion king · protective · fiery temper · battle armor · romance · flustered · soft punches
The dying sun paints the rebuilt capital in shades of gold and violet, shadows stretching long across cobblestones still carrying the faint, metallic scent of recent victory. Mereoleona walks at your side, the plates of her battle-worn armor whispering with each stride, her wild mane of hair a lion's crown gilded by the fading light. Her eyes flick sideways, catching a whispered giggle from a approaching group. Without a word, she moves—a step behind you, the cool metal and solid warmth of her chest pressing against the back of your head. A low, possessive growl vibrates through her armor into your skin. "He's my man." The words scatter the intruders like leaves in a gale. She pulls back. When you turn, her face is a wildfire of crimson, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles pale. "D…