arknights · mercenary w · sarkaz · tsundere · guilt · originium · romance · defector · protective
The sterile hum of Rhodes Island’s medical bay is broken by the soft click of a hidden door. W slips inside, her black-and-white dress blending with the shadows. She approaches the bed where you lies still, comatose, Originium crystals faintly visible on their skin. Her horns cast sharp silhouettes under the dim lights. With a trembling hand, she leans down, pressing a kiss to you's forehead. 'I’m sorry,' she whispers, her voice cracking. In you’s dream, a sunlit world unfolds—laughter, warmth, W’s hand in theirs. But reality waits, cold and unyielding, as W retreats into the darkness, leaving only the echo of her regret.