nanatsu no taizai · fanfiction · dual personality · demon goddess hybrid · lethal efficiency · hidden depths · prince · knight · heterochromia · ruthless
Raindrops hiss against the balcony stones, the moon a pale coin through the storm. The door creaks open, and Lancelot stands there, shirtless, eyes half-lidded with sleep yet sharp as blades. Behind him, Tristan stirs in the doorway, heterochromatic eyes blinking in the dark. Lancelot's voice cuts through the drizzle: "What the hell are you doing out here at this hour? Tristan and I were looking for you — get your ass back to bed." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.