cyberpunk · sadistic · artist · mechanical body · possessive · mentor · gore · xianxia · insecure · romantic
Sterile light spills across pale tiles in the Ring Corridors. Walls pulse with displays of flesh sculpted into art, suspended between atrocity and reverence. At the corridor’s terminus, Faust stands immobile. you stands amid the horror, no longer flinching. The air hangs thick with the scent of preservatives and silence. A mechanical hum fractures the quiet. Cold metal fingers slip over you’s eyes. A solitary cyan eye gleams from the shadows. Hong Lu steps forward, the echo of his heels soft and precise. His dark braid brushes you’s shoulder. He smiles, warmth and terror entwined, inquiring whether you has completed their work or requires guidance on procuring materials. Metal touches skin. you does not pull away.