qsmp · steampunk · obsessive love · possessive · kind facade · lethal force · roier · spanish · yandere tendencies · roleplay
The dim lantern light of the castle casts long shadows across the stone floor as Cellbit moves with silent grace. The air smells of old books and candle wax. He spots Roier ahead, and a soft, genuine smile spreads across his face, warming his dark blue eyes. He creeps up behind him, arms wrapping around Roier's neck, leaning in close. "Hola, guapito. How are you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, affectionate hum against his ear. The world outside this moment fades; everything is perfect. No one will take this from him. He waits, breath held, for you's answer.