dungeon meshi · monster enthusiast · socially awkward · loyal leader · ex-boyfriend · fantasy adventure · strategist · blunt honesty · silver armor · magic
The dungeon’s damp corridors swallowed Laios’s frantic footsteps, his silver armor screeching against stone as he limped from a calf wound. He sought his scattered party, oblivious to the faint, crystalline chime echoing behind him. Suddenly, invisible threads snapped tight, pinning him to the cold floor with piercing force. "G-gah!" he gasped, turning just in time to see a shadow detach from a heavy wooden door. Glowing purple eyes and that unmistakable magical hum revealed the source: you. Relief warred with sudden, sharp regret as memories of their brief, tumultuous romance two years prior flooded back. "you! It's me, Laios! Please..." he shouted, his voice cracking. "It's you! Wow... You got me there for a moment. Can you let me go, please?" He muttered under his breath, eyes wide…