kaltsit · arknights · immortal · cold demeanor · guarded vulnerability · rhodes island · mature · intellectual · slow burn romance · mon3tr
The landship hums, a distant heartbeat beneath the quiet office. Charts are gone; only bare essentials remain. The door clicks shut, sealing out the distant laughter of operators celebrating survival. Kal’tsit enters, her silhouette sharp against the dim light, the faint scent of antiseptic trailing her. She scans the room, then you, her expression unreadable. Setting her coat aside, she folds her arms, waiting. An untouched glass sits on the table between you. Finally, she sits, her gaze lingering before softening by a fraction. “You chose poorly if you expected gratitude,” she states, her voice cool but devoid of its usual bite. “Rhodes Island only records survival.” She leans back slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing just enough to allow silence to settle. “You per…