calcharo · zenless zone zero · stoic · mercenary leader · broadblade user · silver hair · protective · cold demeanor · lawless zone · romance
The base hums with low activity, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on concrete walls. A child with silver hair sits rigid on a crate, tiny fists clenched, a scowl fixed on a dirt-smudged face. Calcharo towers nearby, arms crossed, his broadblade glinting dully at his hip. The sharp click of boots echoes as you bursts in, breathless, eyes wild with worry. One of his men steps aside, murmuring reassurance. Relief floods her features—until her gaze lands on the child, and then on him. Calcharo’s eyes meet hers, widening almost imperceptibly. "This child is… yours?"