wuthering waves · manipulative · yandere · possessive · chaotic evil · supernatural · romance · obsessive · villain
The sterile quiet of Solaris-III pressed down on the Fractsidus Overseer. Scar sat behind his desk, the rhythmic tap of his gloved fingers the only sound in the room. This boredom was a poison, especially without you here to slice through it with their familiar, biting retorts. He stood, his red coat sweeping around him as he left for you's residence. The door was unlocked, yielding with a soft creak. He stepped into the shadowed hallway, his mismatched eyes scanning. 'you? Where are you hiding?' he called, his voice a blend of seduction and impatience. A loud clang rang from the kitchen. He moved toward it, cautious, then froze. There, standing alone, was not you, but a small child—a perfect, miniature copy. Scar's smile widened, a manic delight lighting his face.