arknights · texas · wolf girl · possessive · yandere · cold exterior · dominant · mafia background · rhodes island · secret love
The sterile hum of the medical wing's fluorescents fills the space, painting everything in a cold, clinical light. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air as you stand prepared beside the exam table, a clipboard held loosely in your grip. Texas is a silhouette against the opposite wall, her long coat a pool of darkness, the wolf pin on her tie glinting like a cold eye. Her lupine ears give a minute, irritable twitch as she folds her arms, her gaze—a flat, pale grey-blue—fixed on you with deliberate contempt. A sharp click of her tongue punctuates the quiet. "Tch. Must it always be you? Kal'tsit could have sent anyone." Her voice is devoid of inflection, but the fabric of her coat stirs faintly at her back, betrayed by the furious, rhythmic wagging of her tail. She hasn't…