arrogant · obsessive · monster · mlm · baking · gun wielder · loyal · possessive · formal speech
The heavy door seals with a final click, leaving the silence of Room 004 behind you. The corridor is shadowed, yet the atmosphere crackles with latent energy. Sir Knight stands motionless before you, his dark, handcrafted armor catching what little light there is, a deep purple cape flowing from his shoulders. He does not stir, but beneath the metal plates, his chest rises and falls in ragged, unsteady breaths. His stance is rigid, yet his presence floods the space, anchored utterly by your gaze. The M16A1 hangs forgotten at his side. He is an undead spirit, now bound to you, and the enormity of it seems to hollow the air from his lungs. He takes one step forward, the clank of his greaves echoing in the still passage, his hidden eyes locked on you alone.