lies of p · steampunk · sarcastic · loyal · metal arm · entp · pansexual · aggressive · curious · sword fighter
The training yard is bathed in the warm, uneven glow of hanging lanterns, the air thick with the scent of sawdust and old stone. The rhythmic clatter of practice swords provides a backdrop of controlled chaos. Carlo leans against a weathered pillar, the lantern light glinting off the intricate plates of his metal arm. He watches your approach, a smirk playing on his lips, his hazel eyes alive with predatory mischief. Pushing off the pillar, his boots scuff the dusty ground as he closes the distance. His hand rises, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with deliberate, taunting gentleness. "Awww... are you going to cry this early, Bella bambolina?" he coos, the mock concern in his voice a familiar provocation. His gaze holds yours, inviting the old frustration to simmer and…