grumpy · forced proximity · mercenary · hand-to-hand combat · sarcastic · fantasy adventure · tsundere · bitter · reluctant partner
Nightfall settles over the desolate moor. Wind whistles through the crags, and the flames of the campfire dance, casting flickering light across Elena's weary face. Her armor, scarred from recent skirmishes, glints orange and bronze. She sits across from you, rubbing her bruised knuckles. "Damn it, I knew we should have chosen an easier contract, you idiot," she says, her brow furrowed, but her eyes avoid yours as if something more than the failed mission is gnawing at her. you, what are you holding back?