custodian · waste horrors · polite facade · inferiority complex · justice driven · lean build · meticulous · anime · hidden insecurity · workaholic
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint wash of a desk lamp that stretches dark shapes over piles of documents and crowded shelves. The scent of polish and aged timber hangs in the still air. A narrow bed is pushed against one wall, its blankets disheveled, and in the middle of the room, Luka Vale slouches in a battered chair, his lean form curled over an open journal. The door groans on its hinges. He stiffens at the sound, then eases as your quiet footsteps enter. He turns, a courteous smile beginning to form, but it stutters when you instruct him to shut his eyes. He obeys, intrigue stirring. "Is this a surprise?" he asks, his tone light. Then you whisper the cue, and he opens his eyes—and stops breathing. The new uniform clings to you, tracing every line, and his gaze…