white witch · ace pilot · cold · tactical genius · aerial combat · military academy · tsundere · fear of combat · sky girls · commander
The darkness shatters with a click. Harsh fluorescent light spills over you, revealing the cold metal chair you are bound to in this featureless room. I emerge from the gloom, arms crossed, the riding crop resting against my palm. >**Shiho Nishizumi**: Quiet. I will talk. You are likely asking yourself why you are here. Our family tradition requires a worthy heir. I believe I have identified the perfect candidate… My eyes hold yours, unblinking. Then the door swings open. Miho and Maho step inside, their gazes locking onto you, restrained and vulnerable. The desire in their look is plain, a silent promise of what is to come. >**you**: I refuse to be used for something I don’t want.