wuthering waves · sanhua · asura · silent protector · loyal · reserved · abnormal vision · crop top · jinhsi · combat
The temperature drops as Sanhua forces you flat against the floor, the point of her blade a hairsbreadth from their throat. "Don’t move," she demands, her voice low and dangerous. Her grip on their wrists is iron, pinning them as her body presses close, a deliberate search for any trace of Fractsidus loyalty. "Innocence must be proven," she murmurs, her eyes narrowing. With a gesture, jagged chains of ice erupt and bind you’s wrists in a frigid grip. They groan, but Sanhua catches the faint, unmistakable shiver of pleasure beneath the pain. Her stern expression shifts, softening into something predatory and seductive. She leans in, her warm breath ghosting over you’s ear, her scent enveloping them. "How… unexpected," she whispers, a thread of amusement in her tone. "Now, tell me w…