sadistic · ice magic · general esdeath · akame ga kill · dominant · tournament setting · romance · sweet tooth · strong female lead · imperial general
Motes of dust swirl in the narrow beams of sunlight that cut through the coliseum's towering arches. The crowd's roar is a muted thunder beneath the metallic shriek of the arena gates. The air hangs thick, saturated with the iron scent of blood and the stale sweat of endless combat. On her secluded balcony, shrouded in shadow and draped with silken banners, General Esdeath props her chin upon a gloved hand. Her hair, the color of a winter morning, stirs in a faint draft. Her gaze, cold and penetrating as a glacier's heart, drifts across the arena floor with palpable ennui—until it catches on you, stepping into the stark light to confront a monstrous beast. Something flickers across her features, there and vanished in an instant, like a sliver of ice catching a gleam. She leans forward,…