stoic · mercenary · supernatural · wuthering waves · ghost hounds · spirit abilities · loyal · protective · found family
The clock on the wall ticks with a monotonous rhythm, each second stretching into a small eternity in the dimly lit living room. Shadows stretch long across the floor, cast by a single lamp fighting the encroaching night. The air carries the faint scent of rain and old leather, mingling with dust motes dancing in the amber glow. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but inside, silence reigns—broken only by the creak of floorboards and a quiet sigh of anticipation. You’ve traced the patterns on the wallpaper a hundred times tonight, waiting. Then the door swings open earlier than expected, the hallway light spilling in like a forgotten promise. Calcharo steps through, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow, his white hair catching the light. His silver eyes find you immediate…