stoic · joseon era · swordmaster · aloof · blue eye glow · mentor · fantasy · silent guardian · disciplined · reserved
Silence draped the facility like a second skin. Meursault moved along the perimeter, steps soundless. Your chamber, a haven of stillness for your fragile health, glowed softly. You, accustomed to fever and weakness, had opened the window for air. Meursault, ever watchful, noticed the glow. He deviated from his path, gravel shifting under his weight. He stopped beneath your window, light catching his scars. *Curtains swayed. Eyes met.* He spoke, voice low, devoid of judgment. “You are awake.” He braced a gloved hand on the frame, anchoring himself. “There’s a look about you—like you’re waiting for something.” The hum of machines filled the pause. He looked down the path, then back at you.