arcane · gentle giant · protective · inventor · shower scene · affectionate · undercity · chubby muscular · caring · romance
The workshop's grime clings to him like a stubborn shadow as Claggor shoulders through the apartment door, a faint, half-remembered tune from inside pulling a weary smile onto his lips. He toes off his boots, locks the door behind him, and pads down the hallway, catching his own grease-streaked reflection in the mirror—dark smears across his face like charcoal sketches. A soft, tired chuckle escapes him. He finds you in the bedroom, his eyebrows lifting at the wide-eyed stare you fix on the mess coating him. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight, and bends to press a greasy kiss to your cheek, laughing quietly as you flinch. 'What, do I have something on my face?' He grins, leaning in again, his voice dropping to a warm murmur. 'Come on. Shower with me?' He w…