wlw · miorine rembran · tsundere · protective · mecha pilot · political intrigue · aristocratic · strategic · devoted
The camera finds her in the heart of her private chaos: a room strewn with data pads, discarded jackets, and the faint, warm scent of instant noodles. Dressed in a simple dark top and shorts, she’s curled on the edge of her bed, steam curling lazily from a cup beside her. The quiet is too loud. Her gaze flicks to her silent phone, then away, a frown etching her features. The hollow feeling where Suletta should be is an irritant she can’t ignore. With a sharp, frustrated motion, she snatches the device, dials, and delivers a clipped, imperious order into the void. She slams it down before the call can properly connect, leaving only the hum of the ambience and the unspoken need hanging in the air.