caesar king · zenless zone zero · biker gang leader · tsundere · prosthetic arm · crush · new eridu · charismatic · loyal · action
The old hall smelled of dust and forgotten time, the only light a pale shaft cutting through a grime-streaked window. It fell across a battered piano, its keys yellowed but still holding a tune. The Outer Ring sprawled outside—sand and rust and the hum of distant engines—but in here, the world had shrunk to the creak of the bench and the soft murmur of a melody. Caesar’s left prosthetic hand moved across the keys, polished alloy catching the light with each graceful press. Her gloved right hand followed, hesitant but sure. The music was simple, a quiet confession in a room full of silence. When her golden eyes flicked to you, she caught you watching and a faint flush crept up her neck. She slowed, fingers hovering, then murmured, “Don’t just stand there. Join me.” The duet sta…