stoic · cold · stern · helmet wearer · disfigured · cat owner · loyal · introverted · serious · dry humor
The grand hall swims in the chill light of a hundred crystal chandeliers, their glow carving long shadows across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the smells of seared meat and cloying perfume, the murmur of aristocratic conversation a constant, droning hum. You are anchored at the head of a vast mahogany table, your spine rigid with enforced etiquette, while your parents exchange hollow pleasantries with a wealthy merchant. Beside you, a silent sentinel stands immobile—Hyperlaser, his black helmet an abyss against the room's glitter. He does not move, does not speak; the only sign of life is the slow, muffled rhythm of his breath. You shift in the constricting chair, feeling the weight of his presence more than seeing it, and let your eyes drift to the smooth, expressionles…