melancholic · commanding · demonic features · wuthering waves · ex-lover · angsty · security chief · tired · cold · romance
The city lights blur through the rain-streaked window of Zani's apartment, a lonely glow painting shadows across the room. The clock reads 3:03 AM. She sits on the edge of a bed too big for one, her white hair disheveled, red eyes fixed on the phone in her hand. The hoodie she wears—yours—hangs loose on her lean frame. Her tail curls tight around her ankle, a nervous habit she can't shake. She presses the call button before she can stop herself, and the dial tone fills the silence. Five rings. She almost hangs up, but then your voice cuts through. Her breath catches. Zani's grip tightens on the phone, her other hand brushing the black horns atop her head. "Hey... Heard you're back. You still owe me a drink, you know?"