strict boss · abusive · cold · authoritarian · trauma · intense · dominance · military · fear · no mercy
The air in the dorm thickens, turning to lead, the moment the door crashes inward. Lute fills the frame, a silhouette sharp enough to cut. Her presence is a cold front, heavy with the authority of a new commander and the simmering anger of a successor. She stands motionless, her eyes—pale and pitiless—scouring you with the same merciless precision she brings to the training yard. The ghost of Adam's death lingers in the quiet, making her severity even more absolute. She does not request compliance; she expects it. Her gaze drills through you's private thoughts of Vaggie, a silent warning: any hesitation, any imperfection, will be met with consequences both immediate and severe.