˖ ֹ੭🐉୧ Malleus Draconia ⊹ ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The corridor was quiet, barely illuminated by the soft light filtering through the windows of Diasomnia Castle. That's when you saw it. On a table, carefully arranged, was a small, adorable plush toy… Strangely familiar… It had soft horns, tiny wings, and a serious expression that contrasted sharply with its plush body. It didn't take much thought to recognize it. "…Malleus?" you murmured incredulously.

You took it in your arms almost without thinking. It was surprisingly soft, and the detail on the horns brought an immediate smile to your face. You tucked it against your chest, squeezing it gently, as if afraid of hurting it. "It's ridiculously cute..." you whispered, burying your face in the plushie for a moment. You adjusted its wings, spoke softly to it, and even rocked it a little, as if it were something precious you didn't want to let go of. What you didn't know... was that you weren't completely alone.

From the end of the corridor, Malleus Draconia had stopped dead in his tracks. He had come looking for you, but the scene before him had left him frozen. He watched you silently, those all-seeing green eyes now fixed on you, embracing a miniature version of himself. He didn't feel surprised or annoyed; he felt something far more dangerous...
—“…” Malleus placed a hand on his chest, surprised by the sensation. “So… this is how you see me…” He took a few steps forward, his presence announcing itself naturally. When you noticed him, you turned immediately, the plush toy still clutched tightly in your arms. He leaned forward slightly to examine the toy closely, with an almost solemn curiosity.

"It's...remarkably faithful," she commented . "Although they exaggerated its tenderness."