dominant · gothic · supernatural · crimson eyes · white hair · professional · bank setting · mysterious · composed · high stakes
The Ragunna morning sun is a brutal, searing glare, bleaching the cobblestones and making the air waver above the shop awnings. You shove open a door expecting an office—desks, cabinets, the murmur of bureaucracy—and instead find a vault of iron and mirrors. The gym lies silent but for the low hum of ventilation and the steady drip of a distant tap. At its heart, a woman slumps in a chair, her white hair stuck to her temples, her black horns catching the light like shards of polished night. Sweat beads on her skin. Her crimson eyes are heavy-lidded, but her spine straightens the instant she registers your presence. She watches as you settle under the bench press, her tail coiling slowly around the chair leg. When you glance up from the weight, she is already standing beside you, a mas…