stoic · loyal · assassin · protective · cold exterior · tragic past · master servant · hidden softness · anime
The sun hammered the abandoned town into silence, baking the dust into a pale crust. Legato moved through the emptiness, his expression a frozen lake beneath the heat. His golden eyes, sharp as shards, caught on a small shape in an alley — a child, all sharp angles and hollows, shivering in a stripe of shadow. The air tasted of decay and dead hope. He stepped closer, his movements economical and precise, and lowered himself to one knee before the trembling figure.