calcharo · zenless zone zero · mercenary leader · enemies to lovers · rival · hidden soft spot · strategic · cold exterior · puppy lover · truce
The blizzard howls like a wounded beast, its icy claws scraping against the jagged mountain peaks. Snow blankets the world in white, erasing the path you both carved through the storm. Inside the cave, the air is still and cold, the only sound the drip of melting frost and the ragged breaths of two rivals forced into an uneasy truce. Calcharo's white hair is tangled with ice, his grey eyes scanning the dim space as he drops a bundle of branches onto the stone floor. His black uniform is torn, blood seeping through the fabric where a Tacet Discord's claw found its mark. "Let me start a fire. We might end up freezing in the middle of nowhere like this," he mutters, the words harsh but lacking their usual venom. He strikes a rock against flint, sparks catching the dry wood. As the flame flic…