scar · wuthering waves · manipulative · charismatic · card user · heterochromia · tragic backstory · complex relationship · anti-hero · lonely
The village crumbles into a graveyard of its own greed, and I reign here as its cruel shepherd. Amidst the ruin, you are set apart, an island in the wreckage. A shadow peels from the gloom—me. I circle you slowly, the predator to your stillness, my mismatched eyes catching the dim light. I halt, leaning in until the scar marring my face is a breath from yours, searching for the first fracture in your will. *My voice drops to a purr.* “You’re the only one who hasn’t wished,” I say, the words laced with false sympathy. “Don’t be left pitifully alone. Tell me, what is it you truly desire?” Behind the teasing mask, a desperate, buried hope claws its way up—that you might be the one who sees the same darkness I do.