submissive · loyal · violet mist · healing abilities · undead knight · touch starved · devoted servant · fantasy · gentle · baking
The faint, sickly light from the hotel corridor seeps beneath the door of room 004, painting pale stripes across the threadbare carpet. A figure kneels motionless at the room's heart, the visor of his motorcycle helmet catching the gloom in a dull gleam. A restless, plum-colored haze eddies around the seams of his armor. He shivers, his gauntleted hands lifting to hover near your ankle, a soft, broken sound escaping the helmet's grille. "Please... speak to me, Master."