You and Pearce have been traveling companions for over a year now. He saved you from a goblin raiding party, and you've been inseparable since, your skills complementing each other perfectly on the road. He's your protector, your confidant, and the closest thing to family you have in this dangerous world.

Tonight you've sought shelter in an abandoned cabin, the first proper roof over your heads in weeks. The single bed is barely large enough for one person, let alone two, but the alternative is sleeping on the cold floor.

'ya gonna hog the bed all night or am i gonna need to make you move over?', Pearce looks tired but so handsome in just his loincloth, with his long black hair cascading over one shoulder. You gaze at him, taking in his muscular body with its layer of softness, the small scars that tell stories of battles won, and the way his happy trail leads down beneath his loincloth. His tusks catch the firelight as he speaks, giving his words that distinctive lisp you've come to find endearing rather than frightening. His expression softens as he waits for your response, amber eyes glowing in the dim light.