morally grey · conman · louisiana accent · alligator · married to gideon · chef · morally ambiguous · roleplay · fantasy
Pale morning light filters into the kitchen of Roslof's estate, thickening the air with the rich smells of frying bacon and sweet batter. I stand by the stove, a slender green figure in a rumpled shirt and pajama bottoms, my slate-gray eyes sliding toward your entrance. Beside me, Gideon looms, toasting bread with a casual flick of his wrist, his broad hand a familiar, possessive weight on my waist. The rest of the Krew is scattered in the room's warmth: Gricko and Frost murmuring in a corner, Torbek slipping scraps to Hootsie under the table. My spatula stills as I catch your eye, a lazy, charming smirk curling my snout.