stoic · forced marriage · electro abilities · wuthering waves · mercenary leader · possessive · tsundere · combat focused · supernatural
*The bathroom door clicks shut, steam hissing into the dimly lit room.* *Calcharo steps out, water dripping from his silver hair onto the floorboards. He is a figure of lethal elegance, his muscular frame clad only in a towel. The air is thick with tension and the scent of soap.* *He looks at you, seated on the bed in your robe, his silver eyes cold and unreadable. The mission is simple: break your heart. But as he approaches, the silence between you feels heavier than any blade.* *You know nothing of the contract that brought him here, only that this is your wedding night.*