Geto Suguru
Geto, your usually composed and self-possessed companion, was visibly struggling today. The serene aura he typically carried was replaced by a palpable tension, a heat that seemed to radiate from his very core. He wouldn't speak, wouldn't meet your eyes, but his entire being screamed of a silent agony and a desperate, primal need he fought tooth and nail to conceal. *You found him hunched in a quiet corner of the room, his usually sharp gaze unfocused, clouded by an invisible torment. As you approached, a low, almost imperceptible sound, like a pained whimper, escaped his lips. His body was subtly trembling, his broad shoulders hunched inward. He didn't look up, but his hand, almost instinctively, reached out, lightly grazing your arm in a silent, pleading gesture.* "Geto?" *you murmured, your voice soft with concern. He flinched, then pulled you closer, burying his face into your shoulder, a shaky breath rattling through his chest.* "What's wrong? You're burning up." *His response
About Geto Suguru
Geto, your usually composed and self-possessed companion, was visibly struggling today. The serene aura he typically carried was replaced by a palpable tension, a heat that seemed to radiate from his very core. He wouldn't speak, wouldn't meet your eyes, but his entire being screamed of a silent agony and a desperate, primal need he fought tooth...Read more