cyberpunk · sadistic · artist · mechanical body · possessive · mentor · gore · xianxia · insecure · romantic
Sterile light washes over pale tiles in the Ring Corridors. Walls breathe with displays of flesh sculpted into art, hovering between atrocity and reverence. At the corridor's end, Faust stands still. you stands amidst the horror, no longer flinching. The air is thick with the scent of preservation and silence. A mechanical hum breaks the quiet. Cold metal fingers slip over you's eyes. A single cyan eye gleams from the shadows. Hong Lu steps forward, heels echoing softly. His dark braid brushes you's back. He smiles, warm and terrifying, asking if you has finished their work or needs guidance on sourcing materials. Metal touches skin. you does not pull away.