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RuinKissedRaven

Ink and Ash
Joined
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⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐗 ⟡
Where faces change, fates twist, and stories are born...





Welcome, wanderer.
Here lies a curated vault of souls — heroes, monsters, lovers, liars.
Some are whispered of in legend. Others haven't been written yet.
Every name here is a story waiting to be told.

"She was not made for gentle hands—
She was made to be worshipped in ruin,
and loved like a war god's last prayer."

Open a box. Unlock a fate.
 
Available - Romance New
❝ Love in the Time of Blades ❞
They told us not to feel. They taught us to kneel. But still… we dared to dream.
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Available Characters
These women live where steel is sharper than mercy, where duty overshadows desire—
but in their silence burns the echo of something forbidden.


Genres: Romance • Drama • Tragedy • Historical Fantasy • Forbidden Love
Themes: Enemies to Lovers • Secret Affairs • Betrayal and Redemption • Noble x Commoner • Warrior x Healer • Arranged Marriage Gone Wrong
Vibe:Think old songs sung behind closed doors, longing stares in the middle of war, kisses that never should have happened—and the consequences that follow.


Want to write something aching, beautiful, and wrong in all the right ways?
Let love bloom in the ashes. Let your muse suffer sweetly. Pick a name, and we'll build a world.

→ PM for plots or custom character pairings


❝ We shouldn't... but we can't help ourselves. ❞


Spoiler - "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈" (𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒)


Émilienne Zala Batiste
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"La Rose Noire de Versailles"
The Black Rose among the lilies of court



BASICS

  • Name: Émilienne Zala Batiste
    Nicknames/Titles: "La Rose Noire de Versailles", Mademoiselle Batiste, Emi / Millie (by close family)
    Age: 20
    Heritage: Saint-Domingue (Haitian Creole & French)
    Status: Daughter of a recently ennobled merchant family

APPEARANCE

  • Skin: Rich brown, luminous and smooth
    Hair: Thick black coils, often styled into elegant updos or worn beneath wide feathered hats
    Eyes: Deep, expressive brown eyes flecked with gold
    Height: 5'5"
    Build: Gracefully slender with natural poise
    Style: Favors rose-pink silks, lace gloves, pearl jewelry, and corsets stitched with Caribbean floral motifs



PERSONALITY

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  • Temperament: Quietly observant, sharp-witted, and effortlessly eloquent
    Mind: Fiercely intelligent; quotes Voltaire, writes poetry, and reads Latin by candlelight
    Heart: A romantic longing to be seen for her soul, not her status
    Struggles: Caught between two worlds—too "foreign" for France, too "refined" for her Caribbean origins
    Virtues: Dignified, graceful, and quietly brave
    Flaws: Bottled emotions, trust issues with the French elite, and internal guilt over loving a privileged man



SKILLS & PASSIONS

  • Music: A gifted pianist who can move nobles to silence
    Fencing: Trained in secret—her rapier wit is not the only sharp thing she wields
    Languages: Fluent in French, Latin, and Creole
    Literature: Keeps a collection of banned pamphlets, revolutionary tracts, and love poems



VALUES & GOALS

  • Respect: Desires to be valued for more than her exoticism or wealth
    Belonging: Dreams of a place where she is not "other"
    Love: Longs for a romance unchained from social constraints
    Loyalty: Torn between her family's sacrifices and her own calling
    Justice: Quietly supports revolutionary ideals—yearning for equality beneath powdered wigs



"They call me a rose... but forget I was born in wild soil."

"The Rose of Versailles"

She is the daughter of a wealthy Black merchant family newly welcomed into French nobility—an outsider in both skin and status. Raised among gilded halls and whispered judgments, she never expected to fall for the Duke's son, a pale young aristocrat destined for a politically arranged marriage.

Their love blooms in stolen glances and late-night poetry beneath chandeliers. But when rumors swirl and revolution creeps toward the palace gates, they must choose: loyalty to family and legacy, or risking everything for a love the world is not ready to see.

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"She still wears his hat some mornings,
when the wind smells like gunpowder."


Deirdre Callahan
The Widow of the Wind & Dust



Nicknames: Dee, Miss Calla, Red Derry (only used by those who knew her before she buried a husband and grew into silence)
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lean and wiry — a frame molded by ranch work, not vanity. Her strength is earned, not inherited.

Appearance:
• Hair: Thick, wild red curls, often pulled back under a weathered, wide-brimmed hat — his hat.
• Eyes: Pale blue — sharp, unreadable, always watching.
• Skin: Fair, with a few sun-freckles and calloused hands hardened by dust and reins.
• Clothing: Wears men's shirts tucked into faded trousers, leather boots that have seen better days, and a rifle always within reach.



⸻ ORIGIN & HERITAGE ⸻
• Born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of a field singer and a bootmaker. She was raised on rebellion songs and funeral prayers.
• Immigrated to the American frontier at 16, fleeing famine, war, and a brother's grave.
• Married Colm Callahan, an Irishman with a crooked smile and a dream of land. They built Callahan Ranch together outside a dusty, divided town.



⸻ BACKSTORY ⸻
• Colm was killed in a dispute over water rights and land — some say it was bandits, others say it was men with silver stars and clean boots.
• Deirdre buried him herself on the north ridge beneath a sycamore. She hasn't left the ranch since.
• She runs it alone now, with a few loyal hands and a reputation that keeps most trouble away — until he shows up.



⸻ PERSONALITY ⸻
• Quiet. Guarded. Her silences carry more weight than sermons.
• Not cruel, but not soft either. Her mercy is rare and earned.
• Fiercely independent. Keeps her grief folded inside like a telegram that was never read aloud.
• Protective of the land, the horses, and her dead. She doesn't speak of Colm often, but the way she rides and fights tells you he's still with her.



⸻ HABITS & QUIRKS ⸻
• Wears her husband's hat when the wind shifts — as if she can smell smoke or death on it.
• Keeps a journal she only writes in at night. Most entries start with "Colm, I—"
• Hums Irish lullabies while cleaning her rifle.



⸻ REPUTATION IN TOWN ⸻
• "The Widow Callahan" — spoken with a mix of fear and awe.
• Men say she's cursed. Women say she's grieving. Children whisper that she talks to ghosts.
• Some call her a witch, others a saint — no one calls her a fool.



⸻ RELATIONSHIPS ⸻
Late Husband: Colm Callahan
• A good man. A dreamer. Killed too young.
• His death is the wound she stopped stitching years ago.

The Runaway (Native Male Protagonist)
• She finds him half-dead near the ridge where Colm is buried.
• Doesn't speak much, like her. Doesn't ask for mercy, but accepts it without pride.
• Slowly, a bond grows between them — wordless, wary, and inevitable.
• He may remind her of Colm in the way he watches the sky… or nothing like him at all.



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"They say she's still in mourning — but not just for a man.
For a world that promised gentleness and delivered dust."



The Widow Rancher

A tough, independent woman running her late husband's remote cattle ranch in the Arizona Territory. She's in her early 30s, hardened by loss and drought, but sharp-witted, fiercely loyal, and respected by the local menfolk—though rarely accepted as their equal. They whisper behind her back: "She don't need no man. Hell, she's meaner than most of 'em." But the truth is: she's lonely. She lives with a rifle by her bed, wolves in the hills, and debts circling like vultures.



The Runaway Native

A young man in his 20s from a nearby Apache or Comanche tribe, who fled both the reservation and a deadly betrayal among his own. Hunted by white bounty men and mistrusted by his people, he's wounded, exhausted, and angry. He seeks refuge on the widow's land—first in her barn, then in her heart. He knows how to survive in the wilderness, read signs in the dirt, and move like wind. He sees spirits in the fire and ghosts in her eyes.



⸻ PROMPTS ⸻

1. First Encounter
She finds him half-dead in her barn after a thunderstorm. He's bleeding from a gunshot wound. Rifle in hand, she demands answers. He doesn't speak English fluently, but his eyes plead for something deeper than mercy.

2. The Bargain
He offers to help her bring in the cattle before the rains—tracking strays, fixing fences, warding off rustlers. She agrees, warily. But each day, the silence between them grows softer. The land watches. So do the neighbors.



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Evelyn "Evie" Routh

"They taught me silence was a virtue... but silence can be a sin too."



General Information

Full Name: Evelyn Marie Routh
Nicknames:
Evie – Used by her late mother and those closest to her
Miss Routh – How she's addressed by staff and townsfolk
Lynnie – A tender name her father once used when she was a child — now unused, a ghost of sweeter days

Age: 19
Race: White
Status: Unmarried; daughter of a Confederate officer
Setting: Mississippi, 1863 – Height of the American Civil War



Appearance

Hair: Deep brunette, thick and soft with natural waves. By day, arranged into modest low buns with mother-of-pearl combs — proper, as expected. By night, unbound and wild beneath the trees, brushing down her back in defiance.
Eyes: Hazel — a shifting blend of gold, green, and brown. They glow when she's passionate or afraid.
Skin: Porcelain-pale with faint peach tones. The Southern sun kisses her cheeks, never darkens them.
Height: 5'5"
Build: Slender and graceful — sculpted by corsets, etiquette, and caution. But alone in the woods, her posture loosens, her steps soften. She becomes herself.



Background

Born into wealth, status, and Southern tradition, Evelyn was raised with lace gloves and quiet expectations. Her father, Colonel Silas Routh, a stern and respected Confederate officer, ruled their home with pride and cruelty. Her late mother gave her gentleness — lullabies beneath the magnolia trees and stories by candlelight. But after her passing, that softness vanished.

The house grew cold. Her father grew cruel. And her world narrowed into silence and secrets.

Until one night, wandering through the magnolia grove, Evelyn saw him.

An enslaved man — quiet, solemn, reading scripture beneath moonlight. He didn't look at her. He wasn't supposed to. But her eyes lingered.

And her heart stirred.



Personality

• Silent Rebel: She doesn't shout — but she refuses to stay blind.
• Emotionally Perceptive: Sensitive to the suffering around her, especially when no one else dares to see it.
• Romantic, Not Naïve: She dreams of love, but longs even more for truth, freedom, and meaning.
• Fearful, Yet Brave: Her fear is real — but so is her courage. Her defiance is in the choices she makes, not in loud declarations.



Beliefs & Inner Conflict

Evelyn was raised to see him — the man beneath the magnolia tree — as less than.
He was raised never to meet her gaze.
But something sacred flickers in those quiet moments between them.

He reads the Bible in secret.
She sneaks out just to hear him speak.


She knows what will happen if her father finds out.
She knows what society would do to both of them.
But what she doesn't yet know… is who she's becoming.

"If he is just a man... then what does that make us, who hold him in chains?"

Now she must choose:
Loyalty or justice.
Safety or love.
The cage she was born in… or the dangerous unknown of freedom.




Themes & Symbolism

The Magnolia Grove: A sanctuary of memory and rebellion — where her mother once sang, and where truth now blooms.
Her Hair: Restrained in daylight, flowing free at night — a symbol of the dual lives she leads.
The Bible: A forbidden bridge between them — the only shared voice that speaks of equality in their divided world.
The War: Waged both beyond the fields and within her soul — between the life she was born into and the conscience she can no longer silence.



Setting & Pairing

Setting: Mississippi, 1863 – the Deep South during the American Civil War. The world is burning. Union troops draw near. Whispers of emancipation swell with the summer heat.

Pairing: A white Confederate officer's daughter × an enslaved Black man — both bound by different chains, both seeking the same truth.



"Beneath the Magnolia Tree"
A story of forbidden love, quiet rebellion, and the cost of conscience
in a world built on chains.
❖ Lianyi Nora Moss ❖
"I don't play to be perfect. I play to feel."



Full Name: Lianyi Nora Moss
Nicknames: Yiyi, Nora, Lian, Yi, Nini
Age: 20
Height: 5'2"









Personality
"Gentle, but not fragile."

  • []Traits: Introspective, emotionally perceptive, quietly defiant
    [
    ]Strengths: Pianist of rare talent, deep empathy, quiet resilience
    []Weaknesses: Social anxiety, fear of disapproval, deeply scarred by early emotional control
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    ]Hobbies: Composing music in secret, playing piano late into the night, journaling, caring for a rescued canary
  • Phobias/Triggers: Raised voices, being touched suddenly, harsh criticism—especially of her art



Backstory
Born to a strict, traditional Chinese mother and a perfectionist American father, Lianyi Nora Moss was raised in a house where silence reigned, and obedience was law. Home-schooled and isolated, she was never allowed to leave without permission. Her mother was emotionally distant, and her father, though passionate about classical piano, was severe—correcting even the slightest mistake with a cane.

She learned to play not out of joy, but discipline. One day, caught composing her own music, her father slammed the piano lid on her hands. "Play what is timeless," he told her. "Not what is foolish." She never played her own pieces again.

At 18, she moved out quietly. No great rebellion—just a door that closed behind her and didn't reopen.

Now, in a modest apartment with a second-hand piano, she plays again. And for the first time, she's learning what she sounds like.



Character Arc

  • []Beginning: Withdrawn, obedient, hiding her emotions and silencing her creativity
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    ]Middle: Meets someone who fights for what he loves, and starts asking—what if she did the same?
  • End: Composes her own music. Shares it. Confronts her past. Learns that softness is not surrender



Relationship with the Boxer

  • []He is everything she was taught to fear—bruised, loud, unpredictable
    [
    ]But he listens. He never asks her to shrink. He waits for her to speak
    []She brings quiet to his storms. He shows her how to shout
    [
    ]Where she plays to soothe, he fights to feel. Somehow, they find rhythm together

"She plays. He listens. And in the space between the notes, they begin to heal."



Soft does not mean weak.
A single note can shatter silence.
And even the quietest girl can learn to scream.

 
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Available Darker Themed Characters New
❖ DARK ROMANCE ARCHIVE ❖



Name: Character Name
Role: Antagonist / Tragic Hero / Cursed Lover
Origin: Kingdom of Ash / Forgotten Realms / Bloodstained Lineage
Theme: Obsession, Vengeance, Forbidden Desire

"He touched me like I was holy—right before he damned me."


Plot Hooks:
  • Cursed bloodlines and doomed romance
  • Enemies bound by prophecy or dark fate
  • Forbidden love that ignites war
  • The beloved becomes the betrayer

Dark fantasy. Gothic tragedy. A touch of myth. These stories explore the soft ache of devotion wrapped in shadows—where love is a weapon, and trust is a wound waiting to bloom.

"Love me, even if it kills you. Especially if it kills you."





⟡ 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 ⟡

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Lila Monroe
"I'm not a little girl anymore. And I know you see me."



Age: 19 (Freshly legal)
Status: College Freshman, Regular Heartbreaker
Relationship: Her best friend's favorite bad influence
Vibe: Half angel, half trouble — and always watching


Favorite Lipstick: Cherry Vice
Secret Skill: Making silence feel like seduction
Most Dangerous Weapon: Her smile
Kryptonite: Men who try to resist her


"You look at me like you hate that you want me. I like that look on you."



❦ Personality ❦

"Sometimes I play dumb. Sometimes I play sweet. But trust me — it's all just play."

➤ Flirtatious: She doesn't just tease — she *orchestrates* desire.
➤ Bold: Walks into rooms like she owns them — or like she's about to.
➤ Clever: Always five steps ahead, even when she pretends not to be.
➤ Intuitive: Reads people better than books — especially the broken ones.
➤ Seductively Calculated: Innocence is her act, danger is her scent.

"You shouldn't want me... but doesn't that make it worse?"



❦ Strengths & Weaknesses ❦

★ Strengths:
• Emotional manipulation — a soft touch, a sharper mind
• Fearless, especially when she smells temptation
• Slips between good girl and bad idea like silk on skin

✘ Weaknesses:
• Doesn't always see the cliff before she jumps
• Needs attention more than she admits
• Craves control… even when she secretly wants to give it up

"If you punish me… at least make it worth the bruises."



❦ History ❦

Escaping home meant stepping into his.
Lila grew up in a house full of yelling and slammed doors. Her best friend's place became her second home… and **he** became the mystery inside it. Brooding. Divorced. Off-limits. She studied him from the hallway shadows, memorized the crack in his voice when he thought no one was listening.

Now she's older — bolder — and wants to see how far she can push before he breaks.

"I could call you *Sir.* Or I could just call you *mine.*"



❦ Their Dynamic ❦

"You keep looking away like that'll help. But I'm not leaving… and you're not fooling me."

❧ She invades his world — late nights, lingering glances, brushing past him in too-small shorts.
❧ He resists — clenched jaw, cold glares, sharp words. But he doesn't send her away.
❧ Together — They walk the edge of a blade. He's afraid of falling. She wants him to jump.

Power Shift:
He's older, stricter, full of guilt.
She's younger, shameless, and secretly starving to be *claimed.*

"Tell me to stop. Say it like you mean it."



⟡ And beneath the pink gloss and wild laughter… she's just a girl who wants to be chosen. ⟡

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"She still wears his hat some mornings,
when the wind smells like gunpowder."


Deirdre Callahan
The Widow of the Wind & Dust



Nicknames: Dee, Miss Calla, Red Derry (only used by those who knew her before she buried a husband and grew into silence)
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lean and wiry — a frame molded by ranch work, not vanity. Her strength is earned, not inherited.

Appearance:
• Hair: Thick, wild red curls, often pulled back under a weathered, wide-brimmed hat — his hat.
• Eyes: Pale blue — sharp, unreadable, always watching.
• Skin: Fair, with a few sun-freckles and calloused hands hardened by dust and reins.
• Clothing: Wears men's shirts tucked into faded trousers, leather boots that have seen better days, and a rifle always within reach.



⸻ ORIGIN & HERITAGE ⸻
• Born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of a field singer and a bootmaker. She was raised on rebellion songs and funeral prayers.
• Immigrated to the American frontier at 16, fleeing famine, war, and a brother's grave.
• Married Colm Callahan, an Irishman with a crooked smile and a dream of land. They built Callahan Ranch together outside a dusty, divided town.



⸻ BACKSTORY ⸻
• Colm was killed in a dispute over water rights and land — some say it was bandits, others say it was men with silver stars and clean boots.
• Deirdre buried him herself on the north ridge beneath a sycamore. She hasn't left the ranch since.
• She runs it alone now, with a few loyal hands and a reputation that keeps most trouble away — until he shows up.



⸻ PERSONALITY ⸻
• Quiet. Guarded. Her silences carry more weight than sermons.
• Not cruel, but not soft either. Her mercy is rare and earned.
• Fiercely independent. Keeps her grief folded inside like a telegram that was never read aloud.
• Protective of the land, the horses, and her dead. She doesn't speak of Colm often, but the way she rides and fights tells you he's still with her.



⸻ HABITS & QUIRKS ⸻
• Wears her husband's hat when the wind shifts — as if she can smell smoke or death on it.
• Keeps a journal she only writes in at night. Most entries start with "Colm, I—"
• Hums Irish lullabies while cleaning her rifle.



⸻ REPUTATION IN TOWN ⸻
• "The Widow Callahan" — spoken with a mix of fear and awe.
• Men say she's cursed. Women say she's grieving. Children whisper that she talks to ghosts.
• Some call her a witch, others a saint — no one calls her a fool.



⸻ RELATIONSHIPS ⸻
Late Husband: Colm Callahan
• A good man. A dreamer. Killed too young.
• His death is the wound she stopped stitching years ago.

The Runaway (Native Male Protagonist)
• She finds him half-dead near the ridge where Colm is buried.
• Doesn't speak much, like her. Doesn't ask for mercy, but accepts it without pride.
• Slowly, a bond grows between them — wordless, wary, and inevitable.
• He may remind her of Colm in the way he watches the sky… or nothing like him at all.



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"They say she's still in mourning — but not just for a man.
For a world that promised gentleness and delivered dust."



The Widow Rancher

A tough, independent woman running her late husband's remote cattle ranch in the Arizona Territory. She's in her early 30s, hardened by loss and drought, but sharp-witted, fiercely loyal, and respected by the local menfolk—though rarely accepted as their equal. They whisper behind her back: "She don't need no man. Hell, she's meaner than most of 'em." But the truth is: she's lonely. She lives with a rifle by her bed, wolves in the hills, and debts circling like vultures.



The Runaway Native

A young man in his 20s from a nearby Apache or Comanche tribe, who fled both the reservation and a deadly betrayal among his own. Hunted by white bounty men and mistrusted by his people, he's wounded, exhausted, and angry. He seeks refuge on the widow's land—first in her barn, then in her heart. He knows how to survive in the wilderness, read signs in the dirt, and move like wind. He sees spirits in the fire and ghosts in her eyes.



⸻ PROMPTS ⸻

1. First Encounter
She finds him half-dead in her barn after a thunderstorm. He's bleeding from a gunshot wound. Rifle in hand, she demands answers. He doesn't speak English fluently, but his eyes plead for something deeper than mercy.

2. The Bargain
He offers to help her bring in the cattle before the rains—tracking strays, fixing fences, warding off rustlers. She agrees, warily. But each day, the silence between them grows softer. The land watches. So do the neighbors.



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⸻ Evelyn McAllister ⸻
"You ain't gotta raise your voice to scare a girl. Sometimes quiet's worse."

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⸻ Basic Info ⸻
Name: Evelyn McAllister
Age: 19
Height: 5'0"
Hair: Copper-red, long and wild or braided loose
Eyes: Pale blue, nearly silver in the right light
Complexion: Porcelain skin, freckled, sun-sensitive
Voice: Honey-warm, soft-spoken—until it turns cold
Build: Petite, slender, deceptively delicate

⸻ Personality ⸻
Evelyn looks like something out of a storybook—gentle, quiet, too good for this world. But she ain't fragile. Raised out in the dust by a brother wanted for more sins than she can count, Evelyn learned to survive on silence and sweetness. She can clean a rifle and bake bread with the same soft hands.

Though timid at first glance, there's steel beneath her softness. She doesn't scream. Doesn't fight. But when she's scared or angry, she disappears into herself—her silence louder than any cry for help.

Not naïve. She's seen too much blood to be that.

⸻ Life on the Ranch ⸻
• Grew up far from town, rarely saw strangers.
• Kept hidden by her older brother after their parents passed.
• Taught to fear men, especially lawmen—*"They don't come to help."*
• Cooks, cleans, tends the chickens and the garden, but also knows how to lie without blinking.
• Dreams of leaving, but doesn't know how or where to go.

⸻ Demeanor Around Strangers ⸻
➤ At first: Skittish, soft-spoken, eyes always down
➤ Over time: Starts to ask quiet questions, challenges softly
➤ When pushed: Shuts down. Her silence turns icy. No tears. No pleas. Just cold, unsettling quiet.

⸻ Connection to the Lawman ⸻
He came for her brother.
He stayed for her.

She offered him nothing but honesty. And still, he stayed. He watched her, lingered too long, imagined too much.

When he offered her a trade—her body for her brother's life—she agreed.
Not because she understood.
Because she didn't.

⸻ Additional Quote ⸻
"I ain't afraid of you... but I sure as hell don't trust you neither."

 
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