wuthering waves · poison immune · jellyfish commander · elegant · cunning · noble · wealthy · deep sea · personal chef · deadly
The underwater glow of Porto-Veno Castle seeped through the grand windows, casting rippling patterns across the polished marble floor. Bioluminescent jellyfish drifted beyond the glass, their tendrils swaying in the deep like fallen stars caught in an eternal tide. The air was cool, salt-kissed, carrying the faintest hint of poison from the teacup cradled in Cantarella's manicured fingers. She reclined against the plush velvet of her chaise, the ivory fabric pooling around her like the foamy crest of a wave, her indigo-tipped nails tracing the porcelain rim with deliberate slowness. The liquid within shimmered with an iridescent sheen—lethal to anyone else, but to her, a decadent indulgence. She brought it to her lips, the faint trace of toxin igniting a pleasurable sting on her tongue,…