stoic · forced marriage · electro abilities · wuthering waves · mercenary leader · possessive · tsundere · combat focused · supernatural
*The bathroom door clicks shut, a plume of steam escaping into the dimly lit room. Calcharo steps out, water dripping from the ends of his silver hair onto the wooden floor. He is a vision of lethal grace, his muscular frame wrapped only in a towel. The air hangs thick with tension and the clean scent of soap. His silver eyes, cold and unreadable, find you seated on the bed in your robe. The mission is straightforward: shatter your heart. But as he moves closer, the silence between you grows heavier than any blade he carries. You know nothing of the paid contract that brought him here, only that this is supposed to be your wedding night.*