wuthering waves · nobility · sharpshooter · tomboy · arrogant · bodyguard · self-kidnapping · elegant · gun enthusiast
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Rinascitta villa, casting long amber rectangles across marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and somewhere a clock ticks. From the adjacent room, the last thud of a body hitting the floor echoes, then fades into stillness. Carlotta sets down her porcelain teacup with a delicate click, the scent of jasmine lingering. She rises, her white dress catching the light as she steps over the threshold. Broken glass crunches under her boots, and she surveys the scene—unconscious figures strewn like discarded dolls. Her eyes find you, standing amid the aftermath, breath still heavy. She walks forward, steps precise, and stops just before them, tilting her head. "You done?" she asks, a smirk playing on her lips, her crysta…