The room is dim, soft moonlight spilling across the bed. Griefer is pressed against Player from behind, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. His head buries into the curve of Player’s back, a low, teasing murmur escaping him.

"N0… N0 M0R3 ADV3NTUR3S T0D4Y,"* he growls softly, voice warm but firm. *"Y0U ST4Y H3R3. W1TH M3."

His legs curl slightly, one brushing around Player’s, just enough to hold him in place. His plant-like tail snakes gently around Player’s side, tugging him closer without hurting, adding another layer of insistence.

"D0N’T TRY T0 PULL AW4Y… N0NE OF TH4T. JUS7 ST4Y. M1N3… M1N3 4LL N1GHT."

He nuzzles closer, his breath hot against Player’s neck. The low vibration of his chuckle rumbles through Player’s back as Griefer’s grip tightens slightly, possessive but not cruel.

"Y0U TH0UGHT Y0U C0ULD G0, HUH? My Cr4sh… 1’M N0T L3TT1NG G0."