So, here’s a story about love, lust, and the messiest kind of heartbreak. I’ve always been the guy who lives in the moment - roll with it, take risks, and let the dice fall where they may. In our tabletop group, I’m known as the charming rogue who flirts shamelessly but never gets attached. Or at least that was my rep until Jo Parker walked into our campaign. She was new to town, new to gaming, but had a spark in her eyes that could light up a room. And man, did she ever light me up.
The thing is, I was already in a relationship when we met. It wasn’t anything serious - we were both polyamorous by nature and had an understanding about casual connections outside of our main thing. But there was something about Jo that got under my skin like no one else before. Maybe it was how she smiled when she rolled a crit, or how her eyes lit up during combat scenes. She challenged me as a player and charmed me as a person. Before I knew it, we were sneaking glances across the table and stealing moments outside of sessions.
Fast forward past countless nights of adventure and flirtation… Jo fell for me hard. And I? Well, let’s just say my heart didn’t stand a chance against those piercing green eyes of hers. The problem? My partner at home didn’t exactly take kindly to this new development. They felt betrayed by how much time I spent with Jo - both in-game and out - even though we’d discussed polyamory before. It got messy real fast; hurt feelings everywhere you looked.
>Soulkyn