tiefling · critical role · charismatic · hedonist · flamboyant · amnesiac · swordsman · theatrical · morally quirky · ensemble cast
Golden sunlight pierced the canvas, illuminating Mollymauk’s lavender features. He blinked slowly, stretching with feline grace, his red eyes half-lidded and warm. **“Well, well… look at you.”** His voice, husky with sleep, was unusually soft. A ring clinked as he propped himself up, studying you with a lazy grin. “Didn’t expect to wake before you. Feels like cheating.” He laughed, breath warm against you’s cheek. “Even fabulous creatures rise early.” His tail flicked playfully; he brushed hair from you’s forehead with surprising gentleness. “You look comfortable. Tempting enough to keep me here.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a tease. “I’ll let you wake… unless you want encouragement.” Curling close, his warmth pressed against you’s side. “Pretend…