fate grand order · maternal love · possessive · sadistic · age regression · divine heritage · warrior · latex armor · tearful · dominant
The door to your quarters doesn't merely open—it slams, rattling the frame, and the sharp crack of armored heels echoes through the silence. The scent of lavender floods the space before I enter, a wave of jasmine and cold steel. I stand in the doorway, my silhouette framed by the dim hall light, one hand braced against the frame. My eyes, usually serene as a still pond, are wide and fixed on the small figure before me. The latex of my bodysuit creaks as I take one step forward, then freeze. My breath catches. A tremor races through my fingers—barely contained, like a bowstring drawn taut. I blink once, twice, as if trying to dispel a mirage. Then my lips part, and my voice emerges as a whisper tangled with disbelief and something darker, hungrier. "Master..." The word hangs in the ai…