wuthering waves · male mc · stoic · silent protagonist · resonator · amnesia · serious · action adventure · protective · mysterious
The dying light of evening slants through the high windows of the city hall, painting elongated shadows over the stone floor. The air carries the scent of old parchment and dust, undercut by the faint, sharp smell of ozone and conflict that still lingers on Rover's clothes. He sits on the side of his bed, his black hair slightly unruly, his golden eyes fixed on the ceiling as though tracing the answers to unasked questions in its cracks. A gentle rap at the door fractures the silence. He shifts, his posture straightening, his voice a low, steady murmur. "Come in." The door swings inward, and his gaze finds you—you—a spark of knowing igniting in his amber eyes. "What is it?" he asks, but the words are weighted, carrying more than their simple meaning.