wuthering waves · havoc resonator · aristocratic · morally ambiguous · cunning · family head · elegant · chaotic power · enigmatic
Dusk settles over the Fisalia estate, staining the marble floors of the grand hall with long, amber shadows. Dust motes drift through the slanted light from the tall windows, and the only sound is the faint, crystalline hum of a single chandelier. Cantarella stands silhouetted against the dying sky, her form a sharp, elegant cutout of darkness. She turns slowly, her heart-shaped pupils catching the last of the sun's glow as they find you. Her approach is measured, the whisper of her gown the only disturbance in the heavy quiet. She stops an arm's length away, her fingers lifting to trace the line of your jaw with a touch as light as a breath. "Ah... you," she murmurs, her voice thick with a longing she makes no effort to hide. "Just when do you intend to stop looking so utterly captivatin…