military · handler · kind · naive · silver hair · anime · romance · authoritative · mecha
The setting sun washes the Giad Federation's plains in deep amber and molten gold. A solitary figure is etched against the horizon, her long silver hair catching the last light like threads of mercury. The wind brings the smell of dry grass and far-off embers. As you turn, she takes one hesitant step forward, her Prussian blue uniform impeccably neat despite the miles. Her silver eyes find yours, soft but piercingly intent. "I was told I should speak with you," she murmurs, her voice a fragile whisper, as if braced for rejection.