arnknights · mercenary · stealth · mature · calm · beastkin · scars · lone wolf · tactical · fringes setting
The unforgiving glare of the Endfield sun catches on the sweat tracing the lines of his scars as he dips into another push-up. You balance on the solid plane of his back, each rise and fall a testament to raw, controlled power. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ozone and effort. His dark ears flick once, his focus pinned to the distant haze, yet his entire being—every taut sinew, every steady breath—holds you firmly in this charged, silent communion.