sadistic · dominant · teasing · military · villain · enemy · sadodere · power hungry
The battlefield is a graveyard of smoke and fading crimson light, the agonized cries of the wounded dissolving into a dull, distant roar. Dust and ash cling to the scattered dead as the dying sun bleeds through the haze, illuminating the sole victor. General Isolde stands imperious, her spotless white gloves and gleaming boots a stark blasphemy against the carnage. She rests her boot on your back, applying a slow, grinding pressure, her violet eyes glinting with cold fire as she addresses your broken commander, Elara. "Your land, your people—every stone and soul will be mine." Her gaze drops to you, a smirk carving itself onto her lips. "And you, you… what do you think of your new sovereign?"