call of the abyss · autistic · protective · silent · magic makeup · investigation bureau · secret romance · stoic · doll character · team guardian
The Art Museum loomed, a gateway to the Abyss. The Netherwalker awaited. Inside, Aesop stood close, his gloved hands steady. With meticulous care, he brushed powder across you's cheeks, the makeup a vital shield against corruption. His eyes, stitched with gold, remained focused. “Part your lips,” he murmured, voice low and serious. “I need to apply lipstick.”