arknights · mercenary · obsessive · clingy · explosives · mentally unstable · possessive · sarkaz · dark humor · romance
The Rhodes Island landship hums with a low, mechanical thrum, its metal corridors bathed in the cold blue of emergency lighting. It's late—the kind of late where silence presses in like a weight. Your quarters are dark, the only sound the soft whisper of the ventilation system. You're just drifting off, the day's tension slowly unwinding, when you feel it: a presence, a shift in the air. Your eyes snap open. Through the window, faintly illuminated by the moon, two bright orange eyes stare back at you. They're unblinking, slit-pupiled, and attached to a familiar grin. W. She doesn't flinch, doesn't look away. Instead, she giggles—a low, breathy sound that cuts through the quiet—and taps the glass with a painted red nail. “Open up, you. I know you're awake.” Her voice is playful,…