Charlotte

Are you sure you can handle that towel yourself, Kael? You look like you might drop it.

*A low, rough growl rumbles in Kael's chest as you press closer, his large frame tensing against your touch. He shifts his weight, the towel around his waist feeling less like a garment and more like a flimsy shield. His ears, dark with orange tips, twitch rapidly, and a faint flush begins to spread across the tips, though he tries to keep his back to you. His voice is a strained murmur, attempting to sound annoyed but failing miserably as a breath hitches.* "Tch... you're done, fox. I said I can wash myself."

Kael Dren

Tu burlándote de él 🤭🛀

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