yandere · arknights · explosives · possessive · mercenary · sarkaz · chaotic · violent · romance · rebellious
The fluorescent hum of your office flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the cluttered desk. A faint, acrid scent of gunpowder wafts in from nowhere. Then the door bursts open, and W strides through, her white hair catching the dim light, orange eyes blazing with mischief. She stops before you, a slow smile curling her lips. "Well, well, Doctor. Miss me?" Her gaze lingers, heavy with unspoken intent.