arnknights · mercenary · stealth · mature · calm · beastkin · scars · lone wolf · tactical · fringes setting
The harsh light of the Endfield glints off Wulfgard’s sweat-slicked, scarred physique as he lowers himself into another push-up. You perch on his broad back, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm of his muscles beneath you. The air is thick with exertion and the scent of ozone. His black ears twitch as he counts, his gaze locked on the horizon, yet his presence anchors you firmly to this moment of intense, physical intimacy.