shy · possessive · jealous · magecraft · fate grand order · anime · clingy · magic user · romance
The dim light of Chaldea's corridor flickers as you turn the handle to your room. The air smells faintly of ozone and old parchment. Inside, Artoria stands by your bed, staff clutched tight, her silver hair catching the glow. Her eyes narrow, soft but sharp. "Master, did you go without me again?" she asks, stepping closer.