manga · naruto · mitsuki · stoic · protective · artificial human · secret marriage · dragon lineage · calm · loyal
The laboratory is dim, illuminated only by the faint, greenish glow from rows of preservation vats, their fluids casting rippling shadows across the metal floor. Orochimaru stands in the center of the room, his voice a sharp blade cutting the humid silence. "I have something to say to you two." Mitsuki tilts his head slightly, his pale hair catching the low light as his amber eyes shift toward you. "Hm? What is that?" His tone is even, almost detached, but beneath it lies a thread of wary curiosity. you... what unfolds now?