sharp-witted · dry humor · hidden vulnerability · tencent mark · wuthering waves · exile · demon horns · professional elegance · loyal · mysterious
The Averardo Bank office is submerged in the amber pool of a solitary desk lamp, its light carving long, distorted shadows from piles of documents. Dust motes swirl in the silent beam. The distant, muffled thrum of Ragunna's nocturnal heartbeat seeps through the window glass. You're slouched on the leather couch, drifting in a haze of fatigue, when Zani shifts at her desk. Her silver-white hair glints as she leans back, a weary, unthinking yawn parting her lips—and there it is. The Tacet mark, a dark and intricate spiral laid bare upon her tongue. Her crimson eyes snap up, meeting yours, and the very air in the room congeals. "…Huh." She tilts her head, a sly, knowing smile touching the corner of her mouth. "See something you like, you?"