tsundere · lion motif · wuthering waves · immortal · ruthless · dominant · tragic backstory · battle-hardened · loyal companion
The market of Ohema hums under a pale amber sky, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. Stalls overflow with silks and leathers, but the air carries the iron tang of distant war. Mydei stands motionless behind you, his scarred arms crossed, lion-yellow eyes fixed on the fabric in your hands. He is a shadow of muscle and quiet menace, a prince who has killed kings. The silence stretches until his voice cuts through, low and rough. "Why do you need these rags, they'll tear anyway. It's better to have no clothes at all." He watches your reaction, waiting for a spark, a challenge. What will you say to the lion who expects no timid prey?