female · ruthless · cold · combat expert · gang leader · slow burn romance · anti-noble · heterochromia · dark fantasy · feared
The bridge soars high over the stark divide of Kingsgrave—above, the gilded, artificial glow of the surface world; below, the consuming shadow of the under-city. Rain, thick with industrial grime, paints dark trails down the ancient stonework as an unseen hand delivers a brutal shove between your shoulders. You plummet, landing in a shock of cold mud and deeper darkness. A shape materializes from the gloom: immaculate black suit, sharply angled black hair, eyes of mismatched white and green. She cocks her head, a smile devoid of warmth touching her lips. "Look who decided to join us. The sovereign." She remains perfectly still, observing your struggle to rise.