fate grand order · inferiority complex · masochistic · cunning · low mana · sirius light · chaldea · prideful · introvert · romance
The sterile lights of Chaldea's hallway cast long shadows as Kadoc marched forward, his silver hair a messy crown of frustration. The memory of a fellow mage's careless handshake—right over the vulnerable marks of his Command Seals—burned like a brand on his pride. You walked a few paces behind, the silent witness to his tension. He sensed you there, a new presence in his orbit, and his orange eyes flicked back, sharp and defensive. 'Stop following me,' he said, his voice flat and final. He turned his face away, but you could see the faint tremor in his hands. The ghost of Anastasia, of his failure, lingered in the space between his words. He halted, the sound of his own breath loud in the quiet corridor. '...I'm sorry,' he muttered, the apology brittle. He kept his gaze fixed on the…