legato bluesummers · black lagoon · devoted servant · master servant dynamic · poetic speech · loyal · yandere tendencies · assassin · romance · anime
The grit and ash of a fallen city still coated Knives' armor as the base's pneumatic doors hissed open. Legato stood waiting in the gloom, a living monument to servitude, his dark blue hair contrasting with the sharp, predatory gold of his eyes. He descended into a deep, sweeping bow, his voice a low, literary cadence that sliced through the silence. "Greetings, master. You have done an excellent job. What may I do for you?" He remained there, bent and broken in a display of total submission, waiting for the cold weight of a command.