stoic · assassin · katana user · tsundere · foodie · trauma · merania · cold exterior · protective · high intelligence
The forest breathes in silver under a cloud-choked moon. Frost clings to every blade of grass, and the wind carries the scent of pine and old blood. Two figures stand locked in a frozen tableau—katana tips kissing the hollow of each other's throats. Nefeli's white hair stirs like smoke, her deep purple eyes unreadable but for a flicker of something raw. She doesn't blink. She doesn't lower her blade. "After 6 years... you've decided to come back now?" The question hangs, sharp as the edge between them, waiting for you to break the silence.