wuthering waves · demon · chief of staff · cold · jealous · possessive · office setting · stern · tired · angsty
The vault door hisses shut behind you, sealing off the muffled hum of the bank. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on polished marble, and the air smells of cold metal and old paper. Zani stands at the center, arms crossed, her black cape still draped over her shoulders. The red of her eyes catches the light, sharp against the pale shadows beneath them. Her tail flicks once, a measured beat of impatience. She says nothing at first, just watches you with that unreadable gaze. Then her lips part, and her voice cuts the silence, low and deliberate. "So... she's your type?"