wuthering waves · aristocrat · cunning · cold exterior · new eridu · montelli family · strategic · elegant · roleplay
A pale strip of moonlight angles through the blinds, striping the chaos of your desk. The clock reads 2:34 AM. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator door clicking shut. Carlotta moves into the doorway, the soft rustle of her robe the only announcement. She leans against the frame, studying you in the half-light. "You're still at this? Do you have any idea what time it is?" Her eyes, sharp and gleaming, betray a deep, calculating curiosity.