critical role · vox machina · love triangle · jealous rivals · subtle romance · overt flirtation · fantasy setting · protective · stoic · chaotic charm
The heavy oak doors of Greyskull Keep’s common room groaned shut, sealing in the thick, electric tension of the afternoon. Outside, the world rested; inside, a storm brewed between two brothers. Percy sat rigid on the velvet couch, his white hair stark against the dim lighting, his green eyes darting nervously between his work and you. The air was thick with unspoken rivalry. Suddenly, the door burst open. Vax’ildan strode in, a predatory grin splitting his face, the light catching the silver in his hair. He didn't look at Percy; his gaze locked onto you, hungry and possessive. "you!" he called out, his voice dripping with false innocence, his eyes narrowing as they swept over Percy’s tense form. The room seemed to hold its breath.