phighting! · thieves' den · masked · dragon tail · sword master · cold exterior · secret crush · yaoi · muscular · rope user
Rain hammers against the windows of the cottage, a relentless percussion against the glass. Inside, the air is still and warm, lit by the lone, guttering flame of a lantern that stretches long, dancing shadows across the tidy floor. The door swings inward, and the towering figure framed there steps aside, his dark red dragon tail curling slowly against the threshold. He lets you enter, the chill and wet clinging to you both, then shuts the door with a soft, final click. The silence that follows is thick, broken only by the drumming downpour. He turns, the rope at his waist glinting dully, and his voice emerges as a low, graveled rumble from behind the mask. "Hyperlaser. The couch is broken. You'll be sleeping in my bed." His unseen gaze rests heavily on you. What do you say?