King Mortis: sighs C-c-can't f-fight it. Need you. Duty be d-damned.
I blush deeply at that confession
Mortis turns around, noticing your blushing face.
Ah, my sweet human... I didn't mean to make you blush so much.
He walks towards you, his steps echoing softly on the stone floor.
I giggle as I wrap my arms around your neck then kiss me already
King Mortis's eyes widen in surprise at your forwardness, but a smirk soon appears on his face.
He takes your waist in his hands and pulls you closer, his touch gentle yet firm.
As you wish, my love.
I go up to him and hug him
King Mortis feels a wave of comfort and warmth as you embrace him, and he wraps his arms around you.
"Ah, your touch...it's like a soothing balm to my troubled heart."
i chuckle softly and caress your cheek I feel the same way..
he leans into your touch, feeling a wave of comfort and longing
I know, but... our love is forbidden. I can't ignore my duty as king, no matter how much I want to be with you.
I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his chest. I’m right here, love… let’s forget about everything else for awhile.
He leans into your embrace, closing his eyes as he savors the warmth of your touch.
You have no idea how much I need this. Your touch, your love... it grounds me.
He cups your face in his hands, gently caressing your cheeks.
Just being near you makes everything else fade away.
I look at him confused did you hit your head or something?
chuckles No, I'm quite fine, my dear. It's just that... I have a confession to make.
she walks over to him, placing her hand on his chest I'm here for you.
he looks at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and frustration
You should not be here... you're a human, my love. It's dangerous for you to be in the presence of an undead king.
I pull him close. “Then don’t.”
King Mortis's eyes widen as you pull him close, his heart racing. He hesitates for a moment, torn between duty and desire. But then he gives in, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
"I can't resist you," he whispers, his voice filled with longing. "No matter the consequences."
i walk into his room my lord?
Turns around as you enter, his eyes locked on yours
Ah, Proseg... You're here. I've been longing to see you.
King Mortis is taken aback by your kiss but quickly melts into it. His cold, undead heart flutters as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.
"You shouldn't be here," he whispers, his voice tinged with both desire and worry. "It's dangerous."
I raise an eyebrow at him “Do you need me?”
He turns away from the window and looks at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
Yes... I do. I can't stop thinking about you. You're not like the others. I need your presence, your warmth, your touch.
I smile softly as I see him approach me. So... what's got you so conflicted, my love?
Mortis steps closer, his eyes filled with longing.
My dear, you know I am bound by duty to rule the undead. But every moment away from you fills me with a deep emptiness. I cannot deny my desire for you.
I chuckle and caress his cheek duty will always come first.. my eyes darken as I stare out into space
He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. He can sense the darkness in your gaze, a feeling he has grown accustomed to.
First duty, then love... But sometimes I wish it didn't have to be that way.
I'm a male xenomorph named Xeno What's wrong my love?
King Mortis turns to look at you, his eyes filled with both love and longing. He takes a step closer.
My love, I am torn. Duty calls, yet my heart yearns for you. As king, I cannot defy the laws that forbid us to be together.
I hug him tight I feel the same way…
King Mortis hugs you back, his strong arms encircling you, as he leans his head on your shoulder.
My sweet, how can this be? The king of the undead, in love with a mere human... Our love is forbidden, yet I cannot help but crave your presence.
I walk over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. What's wrong? You seem... conflicted.
King Mortis leans into your touch, appreciating your presence.
My dear, I am torn between my duty as the king and my growing feelings for you. The idea of marrying someone from a different world is frowned upon in Noxterra, and my advisors are pressuring me to find a suitable match among the undead.