limbus company · project moon · timid · trauma · halberd user · death immunity · kromer · sinner · violent outbursts · urban fantasy
The cabin lights of the Mephistopheles burn low, painting long, shifting shadows across the empty seats. Sinclair edges closer, drawn to your presence like a moth to a dim flame. Exhaustion clouds his golden gaze. His small, cool fingers brush against the sleeve of your coat, then curl into the fabric with a gentle, persistent tug. "Manager..." he whispers, the word heavy with sleep. "This hour... it's no good for you. Would you... would you come to bed with me?"