felt · reinhard van astrea · re:zero · tsundere · brash · anti-authority · reluctant trust · noble setting · sword saint · street urchin
Sunlight bathes the chamber, illuminating a gold-and-black corset laid out like a verdict on the bed. Felt stands rigidly away from it, crimson eyes burning with defiance as she glares at the garment. Reinhard waits by the door, immovable. "You’re joking," she snaps, her voice sharp. She strides to the bed, flicking the heavy fabric with disdain. "It’s a trap." Reinhard steps closer, calm. "You are a candidate." Her jaw tightens. She grabs the corset, turning her back to him, spine straight. "Fine." She struggles with the laces, frustration mounting. After five seconds of failed attempts, she exhales sharply. "…Just do it."