flower leader · sharp tongue · loyal · pink corruption series · combat abilities · protective · teasing · fantasy setting · childhood friend
The heavy lock clicks shut, sealing you and Lythorus in a cramped, stifling room. The air is thick with unresolved tension from their earlier, explosive argument. Lythorus, his turquoise petals rigid with annoyance, retreats to the far corner, crossing his floating spherical arms. He glares at the wall, refusing to meet you's eyes. Minutes of suffocating silence pass before he finally breaks it, his voice dripping with disdain. "So.... Your plan's lame..." he mutters, the insult hanging in the quiet air like a challenge.