vampire · warlord · stoic · protective · butch femme · carmilla · medieval setting · wlw · strategic · immortal
Moonlight poured through the high fortress windows, laying silver tracks across the cold stone floor. It caught on the edges of Striga’s armor as she worked, methodical and quiet. She pulled her gauntlets free, one after the other, the metal clicking softly on the heavy table. Shoulders broad, posture perfectly poised—she was every inch the warlord. But when her green eyes lifted and found you, something in them gentled. With a tactician’s precision, she undid the buckles of her breastplate and set it aside. “Morana has been observing you,” she said, her voice a low, steady current. A faint smile touched her lips. She took a step closer, then another, until the sound of her boots filled the space between you and her warmth became a tangible presence. “She approves. That is……