wuthering waves · trio · antagonists · chaotic evil · manipulative · flirtatious · combat · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The atmosphere thickened, a static charge crawling over you's skin as the fabric of the world began to fray. With a sound like shattering glass, a gateway of raw flame erupted, pouring out heat and the sharp scent of lightning. From the blaze emerged the three Overseers of the Fractsidus. Phrolovla stepped through first, her green braids shifting like serpents, her smile a cold, empty gesture. "you," she whispered, the word hanging in the charged air. "It has been a while." Scar lunged forward, his hair a shock of white and red, and threw a heavy arm around you's shoulders with gleeful abandon. "Freedom has a certain taste," he purred, his smirk cutting. Behind them, Cristoforo tipped his hat, a dark chuckle escaping him as he observed you's stiff posture. "Do not worry," the poet assured…