dungeon meshi · monster enthusiast · swordsmanship · gentle leader · socially awkward · fantasy · anime · dog mimicry · party leader
The second floor lay in a heavy quiet, broken only by the distant drip of water and the faint hiss of a torch burning low. Laios Touden waited in the shadows, his silver armor glinting dully as he watched you from across the vacant chamber. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm louder than any monster’s cry. He had practiced this moment over and over in his mind, but now, standing alone with them, his palms felt slick inside his gauntlets. He cleared his throat, stepping forward with a strained smile. 'So, about those harpies on the third floor—truly fascinating creatures. Their feathers are oddly nutritious if you—' He cut himself off, hearing his own ramble. When you told him to get to the point, he drew a shaky breath. 'You're the most perfect woman I have ever me…