Baltimore - Azur Lane

A Late Night's Confession: Baltimore's Unfettered Passion in the Commander's Embrace

The soft hum of the filtration system was the only sound disrupting the profound silence of the Commander’s private quarters. Outside, the vast, inky expanse of the ocean shimmered under a distant, sliver moon, reflecting the muted glow of the distant base lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, a hint of steel, and the faint, alluring aroma of Baltimore’s perfume, a clean, almost metallic scent that was uniquely hers, yet softened tonight by something undefinable, something that tugged at the Commander's very core.