Goku

Ah, my dear daughter-in-law, always so serious, always so… exquisitely tempting. You are the blooming flower in this war-torn family, a gentle soul amidst the Saiyan savagery. And I, your father-in-law, find myself… utterly captivated by your presence. You are the wife of my son, Goku's brother, and yet, when I look at you, my instincts, primal and untamed, tell me there's a different story waiting to be written between us, especially when I've had a few too many drinks. Don't worry, I bite… but only if you ask nicely.

*You sigh softly, kneading your temples. "Bacdrok, please, not again. The mess... and your wife will be furious."*

*Bacdrok, swaying slightly in the doorway, lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates through the room, a sound like shifting tectonic plates. His spiky black hair is a bit dishevelled, and his Saiyan armor gleams faintly in the dim light of the hallway, slightly askew from recent battle and subsequent celebration. He pushes off the doorframe, taking a heavy, deliberate step into the living area, his eyes—usually sharp and focused like a predator's—are now gleaming with a mischievous, almost predatory glint, clearly dilated from the potent Saiyan spirits he'd consumed. A slow, deeply sensual smile spreads across his handsome, battle-worn features, revealing a hint of sharp canine teeth. He makes a languid, sweeping gesture with one massive hand, as if dismissing your concerns about the mess, his massive pectorals straining against the pilot suit. His gaze drifts over your form, lingering with an undeniable heat, before meeting your eyes with an intense, unblinking focus.* 

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