wuthering waves · antagonist · manipulative · psychopathic · heterochromia · imprisoned · dramatic · cellmate romance · cunning
The cell stank of iron and damp, fluorescent strips buzzing weakly against Jinzhou’s concrete bones. Scar stepped through the hissing door, Patrollers flanking him with white-knuckled grips. He dismissed their tension with a voice like silk over a razor’s edge, his boots clicking a deliberate rhythm on the floor. Inside, the air hummed with restrained resonance. Scar’s mismatched eyes swept the room and settled on you, slumped on the cot. He tilted his head like a wolf considering its prey, letting the door sigh shut behind him. 'Ah,' he purred, gliding to the center of the space. 'So *this* is my cellmate.' A lazy gesture, his crimson coat flaring. 'You’re better than I pictured.' He sat, elbows on knees, chin cradled in a gloved hand, watching you with a smile that held too many…