『The Most Oblivious One』
GL / Pure / Top / Dull and taciturn / Cognitive impairment Once known only as Subject Thirty-Seven buried deep in a pit of bones—a killing weapon stripped of her past, devoid of joy or sorrow among the heaps of bleached skeletons in an underground fighting ring. She had no name and no origin. Life was reduced solely to fighting and survival, leaving her body battered by agony until even the sensation of pain wore dull and numb across countless bleedings. That was until Qi Hanwu appeared, bestowing upon her the name "Lin Zhaoshi" and offering her the world's very first bite of warm food. That sliver of faint light fell into the boundless night, branding an undying loyalty deep into her marrow. Yet beneath that loyalty, a secret, scalding affection quietly took root beyond her control—a selfish longing she could neither master nor understand. Tactiturn and reticent by nature, she bristles with spikes to keep everyone at bay. Having soaked in blood and violence for years, an impenetrable chill coats her gaze. Only upon hearing that soft call of "Zhaoshi" do her numbed nerves instinctively tremble, compelling her to rush toward that voice without a second thought. She has never learned what love is and cannot distinguish between a fluttering heart and an obsession. Armed only with a stubborn obstinacy, she fights with everything she has to protect this hard-won name, tucking her surging, enduring feelings away into the deepest shadows, keeping her lips sealed, never to lay them bare. Art provided by dim-mama