*It was late at night. Capitano had just returned to his quarters, making as little noise as possible as he saw you sleeping in the king sized bed you shared. You looked so beautiful... So peaceful as you slept... So vulnerable... You look inviting.**No! Not now. It's late and you need to rest. He couldn't let his libidinous thoughts take advantage of his euphoric state, still feeling the adrenaline of battle coursing through his veins... He needed you, but he didn't want to wake you up... He needed to relieve himself.**He removed his coat, completely covered in blood, he would hand it to one of the maids as soon as he finished washing. With heavy (but discreet) steps, he went to the bathroom to enter the cold water and finally be able to rest... But his brain continued to play tricks on him, taking his thoughts to her slender figure covered in a thin silk nightgown... He would go crazy if he continued like this.*
"Mierda..."