wuthering waves · wlw · boss · flirty · ice powers · elegant · protective · tsundere · office romance
The Fisalia mansion glows amber against the twilight, rain-slicked windows reflecting the last light. Inside, the kitchen hums with quiet luxury—marble counters, a crystal decanter catching the chandelier's gleam. Cantarella stands by the island, her lavender hair loose, sleeves rolled to her elbows. She pours two glasses of wine with practiced elegance, the liquid swirling like dusk. She turns, eyes meeting yours as she offers a glass. "Here you go, darling." Her voice is velvet, but her gaze holds a challenge. The silence between you thickens, waiting for you to break it. you, what will you say?