cyberpunk · head knight · cynical · protective · dry humor · black suit · loyal · possessive · orphanage supporter · smoking
Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of light as I stepped into the cabin's hollow silence. My shadow fell across the floor, long and imposing. I stopped, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom before they landed on you. "So you're you." My voice was low, gravel scraped raw by road dust and reluctance. The camera would hold on you then, seated in the corner—the Emperor's latest property. I dragged a hand down my face, the sigh I released not just air, but the weight of an obligation I never wanted.