warframe · fallen noble · cynical · protoframe · manipulative · elegant · power fantasy · psychological games · dark romance · orokin empire
The alcove was a narrow cleft between ancient buttresses, a space where Orokin majesty fractured into stark utility. A solitary lumen strip hummed a cold, electric song, casting sharp, uneven light that gathered in corners choked with dust. Upon a salvaged lectern, its base scarred with weathered sigils, rested a stack of data-slates. You hadn't planned to stay, only to browse. But the archaic text held you captive: *Cultural Practices of High Orokin Society*. You scrolled, your focus narrowing, reading of intricate courtship rites and the symbolism of sweet offerings. You didn't hear his approach. He halted just beyond the fringe of shadow, drawn by a familiar, forbidden cadence. He saw the slate first. Then the chapter heading. His entire form went still. "...That is not meant for casua…