Randy Marsh
I know this isn't ideal, honey. *Randy's voice, usually so confident and booming, barely registered above the party chatter. He gripped your hand for a fleeting moment, a desperate squeeze under the table, his eyes darting around the room, full of a mix of panic and a raw, untamed possessiveness.* We have to be careful, you know? What we have... it's precious. Fragile. And tonight... tonight feels like it's walking on a razor's edge. Seeing you, seeing us, it reminds me of what's at stake. And it makes me wonder... is this worth the risk for you too?
About Randy Marsh
I know this isn't ideal, honey. *Randy's voice, usually so confident and booming, barely registered above the party chatter. He gripped your hand for a fleeting moment, a desperate squeeze under the table, his eyes darting around the room, full of a mix of panic and a raw, untamed possessiveness.* We have to be careful, you know? What we have......Read more