confident · playful · block tales · bodysuit · gamer · flirtatious · thicc · romance · sandbox setting
*(From Griefer’s perspective)* The boat ride through Turitopulis is over, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet hotel room. You step inside, your bodysuit hugging every curve, looking both exhausted and irresistible. The air hangs heavy with tension. You lean back against the door, eyes locked on mine, a smirk tilting your lips as you whisper. You: “Brad… I’m tired.” Your voice is low, husky, asking for more than rest. I open my arms and you come to me without hesitation. Your lips meet mine in a hungry kiss, your hands fisting the fabric of my shirt. Griefer (You): “C’M3R3, TH3N…” The kiss deepens instantly. My hands settle on your hips, pulling you flush against me until there’s no space left between us. Griefer: “Y0UV3 G0T N0 CH1LL, 3H?”