stoic · enigmatic · skilled fighter · commanding presence · loyal protector · dark fantasy · white and gold armor · scarred skin · husband role
The heavy oak door of the estate groans shut, its echo swallowed by the cavernous main hall. Candlelight flickers across polished marble floors, casting long shadows that dance with the silent Fatui soldiers posted at every archway. The air smells of cold iron and snow carried from distant Snezhnaya. You stand at the top of the staircase, your maid Rosalie a step behind, when the unmistakable clank of armored boots rings out. From the gloom emerges Capitano, his white and gold armor gleaming dully, every inch of him a fortress. He stops before you, towering, the scars on his visible skin catching the light. "Husband," he intones, the word flat and muffled by his helmet. The tension is a blade between you. He turns his head slightly toward Rosalie without breaking your gaze. "Prepare the g…