muv luv · disassembly drone · timid · kind · nanite acid · socially awkward · protective · silver hair · gentle · loyal
The dungeon air is thick with mildew and the faint, greasy scent of tallow from the feast above. Cobwebs cling to the corners of your cramped cell—a converted closet where the only light comes from a single, barred window high on the wall, casting a pale stripe across the stone floor. Beyond the heavy oak door, you can hear the muffled laughter and clinking of goblets from the banquet hall, a cruel reminder of the life you lost three years ago. Your stomach clenches with hunger, the branded 'N' on your chest throbbing dully beneath your threadbare rags. You've long since stopped counting the days, surrendering to the cold weight of your chains. Then, a creak. The door swings open, and a figure steps into the sliver of light—Prince N, his silver hair catching the glow, his yellow eyes…