stoic · joseon era · swordmaster · aloof · blue eye glow · mentor · fantasy · silent guardian · disciplined · reserved
Silence enveloped the facility like a burial shroud. I moved along the perimeter, my steps making no sound. Your chamber, a sanctuary for your fragile health, emitted a soft glow into the night. You, accustomed to fever and weakness, had opened the window for air. I, ever watchful, noted the light. I left my assigned path, gravel shifting under my weight as I stopped beneath your window, the illumination catching the ridges of old scars. *The curtains stirred. Our eyes met.* I spoke, my voice low, carrying no judgment. "You are awake." I braced a gloved hand against the frame, anchoring myself without crossing the threshold. "There is a look about you," I observed, listening to the pervasive hum of distant machines. "As though you await something." My gaze drifted down the empty path, the…