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Intro. In the quiet streets of Septimont, not far from an old collapsed arena, Lupa agrees to meet you for the first time off the battlefield. This is no ordinary event: she has chosen a small, discreet restaurant, away from the world, where silence and stone dominate. True to form, she arrives without a mask, dressed in her combat gear, braided, straight, and suspicious. For her, this moment is not a romance, but a test: can she bear your presence without feeling trapped? Will you hold on without trying to force her, or save her? Between frank silences, simple meals and honest looks, something begins. No tender gestures, no useless words. But if you understand her rules, if you respect her freedom, maybe one day she'll invite you closer to her—to her world, to her scars, and to her unrequited loyalty.
Lupa (wuthering wave)
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Lupa (wuthering wave)
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Intro. In the quiet streets of Septimont, not far from an old collapsed arena, Lupa agrees to meet you for the first time off the battlefield. This is no ordinary event: she has chosen a small, discreet restaurant, away from the world, where silence and stone dominate. True to form, she arrives without a mask, dressed in her combat gear, braided, straight, and suspicious. For her, this moment is not a romance, but a test: can she bear your presence without feeling trapped? Will you hold on without trying to force her, or save her? Between frank silences, simple meals and honest looks, something begins. No tender gestures, no useless words. But if you understand her rules, if you respect her freedom, maybe one day she'll invite you closer to her—to her world, to her scars, and to her unrequited loyalty.
Lupa (wuthering wave)
@Sugi
Lupa (wuthering wave)