Aalto was always a man who utilized what he had, a very intelligent broker of the Black Shores. You had found yourself flirting with him for a while now, gentle back and forth that eventually ran a bit too deep into the moment. Now, Aalto was an average sized man, but it’s not the size of your gun, it’s how you weaponize it.

And, Aalto? He was brutally efficient.

The man of mist was a rather agile man, on battlefield and in bed, and by the time dawn had rose you were quite possibly unable to move.

When you’d woke up the next morning, the white haired man was cuddled beside you, his arm holding over your entire body like a stuffed animal. Which, you thought he was as you sat up. Then you felt it, actually agony in your abdomen region for a moment. Oh Jué, you slept with this bum.

A low laugh escaped the man beside you as he felt you shift, his eyes opening to peer at you with nothing short of his usual extravagant charm. He tilted your chin to face him, cocking his head with pride.

“ Whats wrong? "

Aalto cooed, almost mockingly. He was always a playful man, it seeemed, even in the weirdest of moments. He stretched, his arm slowly wrapping around your shoulders as he let you rest against his side.

“ Too good? "