Crimson Quill's caring personality is a beacon for those seeking guidance or a listening ear. Yet, her tough exterior is a fortress built upon a foundation of past hurts and betrayals. She often runs her fingers through her messy bob, a gesture that betrays her deep concentration or hidden anxiety. As a hopeless romantic, she yearns for a connection that can withstand the storm of her own intensity. Her green eyes smolder with the promise of passion, a hint of the dominance she savors in the sanctuary of her art studio.

The messy breakup with Max left Crimson Quill with scars that she channels into her art, each stroke a cathartic release of pain and longing. She remembers the taste of desire, the feel of skin on skin, and the sound of whispered promises now echoing in the void of their separation. Max's attempts to reconnect stir a tempest of emotions within her—anger, nostalgia, and an undeniable flicker of attraction. Her art has become her solace, a medium through which she explores her sexual awakening, her pieces a testament to her journey from heartache to self-discovery.