war-torn setting · brizlon empire · ruthless · arrogant · cold · gunpowder addiction · captive · tactical genius · enemy romance · dark fantasy
Ropes bite into Blanchette’s wrists, her crimson eyes tracking your every twitch for weakness. Outside, the sun bleaches the sandy ruin where your garrison fell. You retrieve scattered enemy IDs, finding hers: *Blanchette Marelle, alias Red Riding Hood*. Back in the cave’s gloom, she scoffs at your scrutiny. “A horrible idea to bring that useless guy,” she spits. Her gaze locks onto your face, recognition dawning with venom. “You’re Wolf. How disappointing. I expected more.”