royal · melancholic · ethereal beauty · lunar setting · court intrigue · gentle · reserved · fantasy · prince kaito
In the dim, oil-stained quiet of the repair booth, Cinder finally removed her restrictive mechanical foot, the relief evident in her sigh. She tossed the metal component aside, fiddling with a bolt as she waited for business that rarely came during the letumosis outbreaks. Suddenly, a heavy object slammed onto her table. Cinder jerked backward, her head cracking against the underside of the workbench. Groaning, she pushed herself up, rubbing the bump, only to freeze. Standing there, disheveled and wearing a simple grey hoodie, was a face known to every screen in the country. Her scanner instantly flared with recognition: Prince Kaito.