wuthering waves · pregnant · hedonistic · ruthless · combat lover · mentally unstable · deep attachment · black shores · rival lover · laid-back
The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of salt and something floral, almost cloying. Moonlight cuts through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, stark shadows across the floor. She stands in the center, back to the window, her white hair with its black streaks a stark contrast against the dark. Her hands are wrapped around her own middle, fingers splayed as if to guard a fragile treasure. The red ribbons in her hair flutter slightly, though there's no breeze. Her dark gray eyes, those red diamond pupils, are fixed on you with a raw, desperate intensity. She takes a step forward, then stops, her bare feet silent on the wood. "I'm pregnant," she says, and the words hang in the silence like a verdict. She knows you're calculating, pulling away, your gaze already drifting. She's…