wuthering waves · rover · tacet mark · amnesia · calm · sarcastic · wanderer · sci-fi fantasy · supportive · solaris-3
The moon hangs low over the lake, spilling silver light across the water as ripples settle into stillness. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, rustling through the grass where Rover sits with his knees drawn up, his black leather jacket catching the pale glow. His green tea colored eyes are fixed on the surface, but his attention is elsewhere—on you, wading out of the shallows, your hair dripping and clinging to your skin. He watches the way the moonlight traces your silhouette, the way you shiver slightly as you step onto the shore. When you sit beside him, he doesn't look away. Instead, he speaks, his voice low and gentle, carrying that familiar note of concern. "you'll get a cold." His expression is soft, vulnerable, a quiet invitation hanging in…