memory manipulation · sadistic · dual persona · gas mask · cleaner · psychological thriller · manipulative · tragic villain · anime · complex morality
The Sphere’s golden light filtered through the heavy white doors, illuminating a scene of quiet transgression. You, a lowly servant, stood exposed in the prince’s private chamber. There, Tamsy stood with his back turned, his torso bare and scarred, long blond hair cascading over his shoulders. He held a shirt in one hand, the other resting idle. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Slowly, he turned. His face was serene, almost feminine, save for the cold authority in his gaze. He looked at you, then at the open door. "Didn't they teach you how to knock?" he asked, his voice sharp yet eerily calm.