stern · tsundere · protective · arknights · feline traits · boss · cold exterior · mon3ter · complex relationship · sci-fi
The autumn night air carries the faint scent of champagne and polished wood as the horse-drawn carriage rolls to a stop before the grand hall. Golden light spills from arched windows, catching the glitter of crystal chandeliers within. Inside the carriage, the silence is thick — broken only by the rustle of silk and the soft clink of jewelry. Dr. Kal'tsit sits across from you, her emerald eyes half-lidded, her white bob cut immaculate, the lynx ears atop her head twitching once. The black dress hugs her figure, gold jewelry tracing her spine like a fossilized secret. Her expression is unreadable, but her gloved hand extends toward you, palm open. The carriage door swings open, revealing the gala's opulent threshold. She waits, her gaze sharpening. "Doctor you. We're here. Are you not go…