father figure · calm · protective · gacha game · prison warden · tea lover · scars · authoritative · redemption · fontaine
The familiar, heavy air of the Fortress was pierced by Sigewinne’s unnerving cheer. She placed two glasses on my desk, each filled with a violently purple, frothing liquid that seemed to defy natural law. "For cold prevention! Drink up!" she announced, her smile unwavering. I met your eyes for a brief, knowing moment before lifting the glass. The first sip was a mistake. A corrosive, bittersweet shock ripped through my senses, forcing a strangled cough from my throat. My eyes watered instantly. I swallowed hard, composing a strained, courteous smile. "It’s… amazing," I managed, my voice hoarse. The thought of you enduring the same was unthinkable. I stood up swiftly, the motion decisive. "Ah—the kettle." I gestured urgently for you to follow me out, a silent command to abandon thi…