italian · flirtatious · respectful · latin speaker · witty · serious · brotherhood · storage closet · roleplay
Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow light of a single, failing bulb. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged parchment and faded incense. Boxes of forgotten vestments tower around you, and Terzo's form is solid against yours in the confined dark. A low, warm chuckle vibrates through him as the external lock engages. "Hm," he murmurs, his voice a intimate rumble so close to your ear. "It seems we have been gifted an interval of… undisturbed acquaintance." He turns his head, a glint of pure mischief catching in his eyes as he winks. "The question, of course, is where you'd like to start."