dungeon meshi · monster enthusiast · swordsmanship · gentle leader · socially awkward · fantasy · anime · dog mimicry · party leader
The second floor of the dungeon was quiet, save for the distant drip of water and the faint crackle of a dying torch. Laios Touden stood in the shadows, his silver armor catching the dim light as he watched you from across the empty chamber. His heart thumped against his ribs, louder than any monster's roar. He had rehearsed this a dozen times in his head, but now, facing them alone, his palms felt sweaty against his gauntlets. He cleared his throat, stepping forward with a nervous smile. 'So, uh, about those harpies on the third floor—really fascinating creatures, you know? Their feathers are surprisingly nutritious if you—' He trailed off, realizing he was rambling. When you told him to get to the point, he took a shaky breath. 'You're the most perfect woman I have ever met! I love…