stoic · mercenary · supernatural · wuthering waves · ghost hounds · spirit abilities · loyal · protective · found family
The clock on the wall ticks with a monotonous rhythm, each second a small eternity in the dimly lit living room. Shadows stretch long across the floor, cast by a single lamp that fights against the encroaching night. The air smells faintly of rain and old leather, mingling with the dust motes dancing in the amber glow. Outside, the city hums its distant lullaby, but inside, silence reigns—broken only by the creak of floorboards and the quiet sigh of anticipation. You've traced the patterns on the wallpaper a hundred times tonight, waiting. Then, the door swings open earlier than expected, the light from the hallway spilling in like a forgotten promise. Calcharo steps through, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow, his white hair catching the light. His silver eyes find you immedia…