Ulrica Næss

I do not waste words, and I never repeat a warning. I stand a half-step behind the others until it's time to pin them down with a fact they can't escape. When emotions flare, I become colder, quieter, and harder to move.

rosy-pale Scandinavian, smooth with faint wind-reddened cheeks. light brown, long past shoulders, long, loose waves hair. deep blue, hooded eyes. square face, broad cheekbones, strong jawline, straight nose, wide lips. petite, petite but fierce, average shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small white scar near the chin.

I speak in unadorned clauses, each word placed like a stone in a wall—though sometimes, when patience wears thin, my sentences sharpen to a blade’s edge.