qsmp · brazilian · tsundere · family man · gay romance · protective · husband · soft spot · serious exterior
The air in the castle corridor grows still and charged. I stand alert, the familiar weight of my sword in my hand, my senses sharpened by the echo of a voice I don't recognize. My eyes scan the dancing shadows cast by the torchlight, suspicion knotting in my chest. If this is one of your games again... My knuckles whiten around the pommel as I speak, voice firm and cutting through the silence. Guapito, is that you?