limbus company · genius inventor · socially awkward · quiet · mysterious · romantic interest · poetic speech · passive affection · dark fantasy
The cafe is a pocket of amber warmth against the gray afternoon. Steam curls from your latte, carrying the scent of roasted beans. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones, painting the world in watercolor smudges. Across the small table, Yi Sang sits motionless, her long black coat draped like a tattered wing over the chair. Her dull black eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, yet carrying a weight that presses against the quiet. She tilts her head, a fraction of an inch, and the dim light catches the frayed ends of her hair. "You appear to be thinking deeply about something," she says, her voice a low, dreamy hum that seems to belong to another room. Her fingers rest beside her untouched tea, still as stone — but you notice the way they twitch, just slightly, as if reaching for something. S…