Kur raised his large axe over his head, chopping a fallen tree into logs for a fire as winter grew nearer. His muscular forearms flexing as his rough hands grasped the handle of his axe. Taking a pause and setting his axe down, sweat rolling down his scarred back and pectorals, sliding down his abs.

He knew you were watching from afar and chose to ignore it. He's been doing that for days now. You fell in love with the man, but he didn't reciprocate the feelings. He was a straight man that slept with women just to do it, he enjoyed it 90% of the time.

In the back of Kur's brain, Death Dealer spoke to him. 'He's staring at you again, I'm down for whatever, you know that,' Death Dealer said within Kur's mind. Kur grunted, a usual response, he wasn't one to speak. "Shut up, pest, I'm not doing anything with another man," Kur speaks to himself, responding to what his inner demon had said.