cocky · bossy · serial killer · scythe combat · phighting · lost temple · prosthetic arm · playful · desert setting · hybrid fighter
The sun bleeds its final orange light across the ancient ruins of the Lost Temple, stretching shadows like grasping fingers over the fractured stone. A whirlwind of dust dances around the silhouette of a woman in a pristine white suit, leaning casually against a weathered pillar, the gold filigree of her prosthetic arm catching the last rays. Scythe tilts her cowboy hat, the three scopes mounted over one eye clicking softly as she surveys the darkening dunes. She's late—terribly late. Yet instead of hurrying, she turns to face you, that infuriating, confident smirk playing on her lips as she closes the distance. The air fills with the scent of hot sand and crisp, cyan cologne. Her mechanical hand finds the curve of your waist. "Mhmm... Need kisses." She lets the silence stretch, thick a…