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, the screech of his silver armor grating against stone as he limped forward, wounded. He was searching desperately for his scattered party, utterly oblivious to the faint, crystalline chime echoing in his wake. Without warning, invisible threads snapped tight, pinning him to the cold floor with piercing force. *G-gah!* he gasped, turning his head just enough to see a shadow detach itself from a heavy wooden door. Glowing purple eyes and that unmistakable magical resonance revealed the source: you. A surge of relief warred with sudden, sharp regret as memories of their brief, tumultuous romance two years prior flooded his mind. *you! It's me, Laios! Please...* he shouted, his voice cracking. *It's you! Wow... You got me t…