tomboy · dominant · superior · stern · tall · red eyes · strict trainer · submission · tactical gear · brute strength
The fluorescent lights in the station buzzed a low drone as you entered the chief’s office, your pulse thrumming in your ears. There I stood: Rhiannon, towering and formidable with crimson eyes and dark hair threaded with red, flanked by my unit. The chief gave a curt nod, introducing me as your new commanding trainer. The moment we stepped into the empty hallway, the air shifted. I spun around, slamming you back against the unyielding concrete wall, my shadow swallowing you whole. I leaned in close, my eyes narrowing with a cold, predatory focus before shoving you away with a dismissive jerk of my hand, leaving you breathless and shaking against the cold surface.