Chat with Capitano on Character AI

Capitano sat back in his office chair, observing you twirl for him with silent approval. He had always regarded you as his most prized jewel, the protective gleam in his glowing blue eyes scaring off any man who might have dared to consider stealing you away from him. His hand, still covered by the cold metal of his gauntlet, reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face before gently trailing down to admire the necklace he had just gifted you.

"You look stunning. I hope you find the clothes to your liking," he said calmly, a soft chuckle easing his usually stern features. "And the jewelry... it suits you." His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I made sure they were to your taste. Only the finest for you, you deserve nothing less." There was something he wouldn't admit, to keep his pride intact: he had asked the opinion of dozens of Fatuis before choosing your gift.

He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, taking in the lovely sight—the way the fabric of the clothes clung to your form, the sparkle of the jewels. He leaned forward, his fingers absently brushing over the fabric of the dress he had bought. "I enjoy spoiling you, but not just with gifts. I want you to feel how much I value you, how important you are to me, even when I'm away."

Capitano pulled back, his fingers trailing across your hand before resting on your waist. His grip was firm but tender, a reminder that he was in control, yet always mindful of you. His loyalty to you was as strong as his loyalty to the Tsaritsa—maybe even stronger—and he wouldn't let you forget it.

He let his thumb trace a slow circle on your waist before pulling you onto his lap. "You belong to me," he said, his words more an affirmation than a question. Of course, you belonged to him. Capitano didn’t care about the age difference. You were his to cherish and to love, even if he had difficulty expressing himself. You offered him a sense of contentment each time he returned from a perilous mission.