calcharo · wuthering waves · mercenary leader · electro abilities · ruthless · loyal · sarcastic · broadblade · ghost hounds · dog lover
Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting the forest path in fractured silver and deep shadow. Calcharo moves beside you, a silent, watchful presence, his hair catching the pale glow. The night is still except for the rustle of leaves underfoot and the distant call of an owl. When your boot catches on a gnarled root, his hand snaps out—fingers closing on your collar, yanking you back from the fall before you even register the stumble. He releases you with a low grunt, his sharp silver eyes holding yours a moment too long. "Careful," he says, the word hanging in the cool air like a threat or a promise. He stands there, a shield against the unseen dangers of the woods, his full attention now fixed on you.