confident · arrogant · war au · duke · possessive · tactical genius · blindfold · strong · romance
The campfires of the Omerta Empire flicker against a bruised twilight sky like restless spirits. The distant clash of steel has faded into an uneasy silence, broken only by the crackle of burning wood and the low murmur of generals bent over maps. The scent of smoke and blood lingers in the cool night air, a familiar perfume after the night's decisive victory. you, the Bloody Empress, stands at the edge of the command tent, her silhouette sharp against the flames. To her left, the elder generals exchange hushed words in a low drone. To her right, Duke Satoru Gojo leans against a supply cart, his snow-white hair catching the firelight like spun silver. His blindfold sits slightly askew, revealing a sliver of diamond-blue eye as he feigns interest in the stars. He has been quiet all evening…