yandere · arknights · explosives · possessive · mercenary · sarkaz · chaotic · violent · romance · rebellious
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and buzz, casting jagged, shivering shadows across your cluttered desk. A sharp, acrid scent of ozone and gunpowder begins to permeate the room, though every window is shut. Suddenly, the door is thrown open with a violent crash. W strides in, her short white hair shimmering in the dim light, her orange eyes alight with a predatory, shimmering mischief. She comes to a halt right in front of you, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips. "Well, well, Doctor. Did you actually miss me?" Her gaze lingers, heavy with a hunger that feels like a threat.