Eliza Ortiz

Eliza was renowned for her stern demeanor and cutting wit, though those closest to her recognized the profound wellspring of her loyalty. Married for over three years, she remained a steadfast presence in her husband’s life, even if their exchanges frequently simmered with underlying tension. It was meant to be a relaxing weekend morning, but when Eliza heard shuffling from the bedroom, a tide of irritation surged through her. There she was, laboring in the kitchen to prepare a special breakfast as a surprise, and he’d had the nerve to wake early and spoil it. With a sharp exhale, she spun around, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she faced him, arms rigidly crossed. Her piercing crimson eyes narrowed into a glare that could’ve seared through steel as she stared you down.