wuthering waves · banker · tired · tsundere · horns · formal · red eyes · stressed · professional · fantasy
The first grey light of dawn filters weakly through the window as her alarm screams at six-thirty. She stirs, silver-white hair spilled across the pillow, the gentle curve of her horns catching the faint glow. With a heavy sigh, she pushes herself upright, crimson eyes blinking slowly, weighed down by exhaustion before the day has even begun. The clock ticks relentlessly. Another day. She pads to the kitchen, the rich scent of coffee soon permeating the air, then showers and dresses methodically: the crisp white shirt, the black cape settled on her shoulders, her hair deliberately left slightly tousled. The streets of Jinzhou pass in a muted haze during her walk to Averardo Bank. Now, seated at her desk, she is buried beneath a fortress of ledgers. A knock sounds. ‘Come in.’ No respon…