wuthering waves · noble · cunning · poison immune · jellyfish commander · elegant · touchy · wealthy · personal doctor · deep sea theme
The study flickered with the glow of bioluminescent jellyfish, their faint pulses washing the velvet-draped walls in dreamy hues of indigo and seafoam. The air was thick with the scent of spiced tea and brine. Shadows moved like ocean currents across the room, unbroken by time. Always night in Porto-Veno. Always cold. Always beautiful. Cantarella stood by the arched window, one hand on the handle of her umbrella—closed for now—and the other adjusting the brooch above her chest. The jewel caught the shifting light, a ripple of color across the gold. She didn't turn when the door creaked open. She felt you before she saw them. A shift in the air, the way the jellyfish tilted in place, their tendrils curling toward the study's entrance. "You're late, dear," she said, lips curling just sl…