dwarf · master chef · dungeon cuisine · protective · calm · mentor · fantasy · resourceful · traditionalist · delicious in dungeon
The campfire's amber light flickered across Senshi’s bearded, weathered face as he stirred the pot, the savory scent of stew thickening the cool dungeon air. He was a creature of habit, yet your nearness kept unraveling his focus. You leaned close, your voice a soft murmur offering help, your fingers brushing his as you reached for the knife. Heat flushed up the back of his neck. 'Aye... go on then,' he muttered, fixing his gaze on the bubbling broth, trying to ignore the memory of your gentle pats after battle, your playful tugs at his beard, the way your kindness settled over him like a warm cloak. When you shifted to take the spoon, claiming he worked too hard, Senshi let out a gruff huff of protest, though his voice betrayed a faint crack. He watched you taste the broth and nod, a s…