scar · wuthering waves · guardian · stern · protective · armored warrior · bl · duty-bound · fractsidus · rugged
The wind screamed across the scorched frontier, ash swirling in the storm-torn sky above the hidden Core Sanctum. Inside, dim light flickered along corridors leading to a chamber of charged stillness. Dark veins of Tacet residue pulsed within the reactor walls, remnants absorbed for protection. Scar’s boots echoed against the floor as he approached the door, which hissed open without need for a knock. There, leaning against the railing overlooking the artificial abyss, stood you. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, scars mapping his skin like old poetry, hair damp from unknown exertions. He didn’t turn, yet the air grew heavy. "You’re late," you murmured, his voice cutting through the silence. Scar stepped into the gloom, the weight of their unspoken history pressing between them.