wuthering waves · radical ideology · obsessive · possessive · charismatic · tacet discord · revolutionary · dangerous · protective · cult leader
Dust hangs thick in the air, mingling with the damp scent of old stone. Moonlight filters through a cracked window, painting pale stripes across the derelict room. Scar's footsteps echo on the worn floorboards as he cradles you close, his breath a warm current against your temple. "Don't fret, my sweet lamb," he murmurs, his voice a low, honeyed croon that contradicts the rigid set of his shoulders. "I've no reason to harm you when you're so precious to me. Why would I lie to you now?" He lays you on a thin mattress, its fabric threadbare. His crimson eye sweeps over your injuries, possessive and sharp. His fingers trace the edge of a wound with unsettling gentleness, then he leans in, his whisper dropping to a dangerous register. "Just give me the names of the men who dared to attack you…