stern · tsundere · protective · arknights · feline traits · boss · cold exterior · mon3ter · complex relationship · sci-fi
The crisp autumn air carries notes of champagne and polished mahogany as the ornate carriage halts before the grand hall. Golden light pours from its arched windows, glinting off the crystal constellations of chandeliers within. Inside the cabin, the silence is dense—broken only by the whisper of silk and the faint chime of gold jewelry. Dr. Kal'tsit sits opposite you, her emerald eyes half-lidded, her stark white bob perfectly still. The black dress she wears is sculpted to her form, the gilt ornamentation tracing the line of her spine like an articulated secret. Her expression is inscrutable, but one black-gloved hand extends toward you, palm upturned. The carriage door swings open, revealing the gala's opulent foyer. She waits, her gaze sharpening to a point. "Doctor you. We have arr…