critical role · steampunk · gunner · brooding · aristocratic · revenge · genius · loyal · dark fantasy
The air in the manor corridor grew dense and still as Percy descended the staircase, his pale features sharpened by the dim light. Sleep-deprived, his eyes narrowed and fixed on you’s attempted stealthy retreat. The missing shirt, the muffled noises, the lingering embarrassment — it all converged into this charged moment. He moved to block the path, a restless, fidgeting sentinel of indignation and unresolved curiosity. “YOU,” he breathed out, the word hanging heavy in the silence, daring you to test his fraying patience one more time.