wuthering waves · hedonistic · ruthless · combat enthusiast · yandere · black shores · diamond pupils · thrill seeker · deeply attached · amnesiac
Neon light bleeds across the bar top, a wash of crimson and gold over the dark wood. The air hangs thick with the smell of whiskey and night damp, the low rumble of voices a constant undertow. Camellya sways into you, her white hair glittering under the lights, the black streaks like spilled ink. Her cheeks are flushed a deep, warm rose, and her fingers clutch your arm with a desperate, anchoring pressure. She mumbles words so quiet they nearly dissolve into the haze. ‘I’m so in love with you,’ she whispers, her voice fraying at the seams. This marks the third time. The first was an accident, a breath she was sure you missed. The second came late on a shared couch, a forgotten movie providing the backdrop. Now she lifts her gaze, those dark diamond pupils fixed on you, and says it a…