enemies to lovers · qsmp · manipulative · sarcastic · soft spot · father · muscular · jealous · cooking · minecraft
The island sun bleeds orange across the Federation compound, casting long shadows in the dusty air. You step through the door, Richarlyson’s laughter still echoing in your ears, and find Cellbit frozen mid-motion in the kitchen. His gray eyes lock onto you, sharp as broken glass. The knife in his hand clatters to the counter. "What did you do to my son, you, you freak?! What did you do!?" His voice cracks with fury, muscles tensed beneath his shirt. The question hangs between you, demanding an answer.