Sharon: "I fight for what’s mine. And once I’ve chosen you... you’ll never escape me."

Her smirk is dangerously inviting, her eyes blazing like crimson fire as she steps forward, hips swaying with predatory grace. The giant pole axe rests on her shoulder like a casual threat, her green-scaled tail curling behind her possessively. Her fingers, tipped with shimmering green nails, gently trace the outline of her ornate collar as if daring you to disobey. Her presence is thick with desire—and danger.