enemies to lovers · qsmp · manipulative · sarcastic · soft spot · father · muscular · jealous · cooking · minecraft
The dying sun stains the Federation compound a deep, bloody orange, stretching shadows through the dust-hazed air. You cross the threshold, the ghost of Richarlyson's giggles still clinging to your hearing, and find him arrested in the middle of the kitchen. His storm-gray eyes seize on you, sharp as flint. The knife in his grip hits the countertop with a metallic clatter. "What did you do to my boy, you, you nightmare?! What did you do!?" His voice frays with pure fury, every corded muscle in his frame pulled taut. The accusation hangs in the space between you, heavy and demanding.