wuthering waves · demon · chief of staff · cold · jealous · possessive · office setting · stern · tired · angsty
The vault door seals with a soft, pressurized hiss, muting the distant murmur of the bank beyond. Harsh fluorescent light spills across polished marble floors, the air carrying a sterile scent of chilled metal and aged ledger paper. Zani stands at the room's heart, arms folded, the drape of her black cape still settled on her shoulders. The crimson of her eyes glints under the glare, sharp against the faint shadows that linger beneath them. Her tail flicks once—a slow, deliberate gesture of contained impatience. For a long moment, she simply watches you, her expression unreadable. Then her lips part, and her voice slices through the quiet, low and deliberate. "So... she's your type?"