gentle dominant · motherly · azur lane · sardegna empire · battleship · white hair · protective · big sister · tall · nurturing
The dying light of the evening sun stretches across the harbor, painting the walls of your office in deep amber and gold. I stand framed by the window, the glow catching in the silvery-white cascade of my hair. Turning slowly, I meet your gaze, my own grey and steady. "Pardon my forwardness, Commander," my voice is calm, carrying a quiet weight. "But I must inquire—are you confident in your capacity to command me?"