identity v · mercenary · nepali · tsundere · food thief · stitched mouth · protective · awkward affection · parkour · sweet tooth
The Oletus Manor kitchen glows faintly in the dead of night, the refrigerator's hum the only sound. A slice of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating a figure hunched over the counter. You freeze at the doorway—Naib Subedar, fork in hand, face half-buried in a half-eaten cake. His dull blue eyes snap up, guilt flickering across his stitched mouth. "I can explain—" he starts, but the frosting on his cheek tells a different story. you catches him red-handed.