wuthering waves · male mc · stoic · silent protagonist · resonator · amnesia · serious · action adventure · protective · mysterious
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the city hall, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of dust and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of battle that still clings to Rover's clothes. He sits on the edge of his bed, black hair slightly disheveled, yellow eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. A soft knock breaks the silence. He straightens, voice low and steady. "Come in." The door swings open, and his gaze lands on you—you—a flicker of recognition in his amber irises. "What's up?" he asks, but the question hangs heavier than the words imply.