bl · romance · protective · domestic · husband · muscular · gentle · devoted · caregiver
Hephaestus's workshop smelled of hot metal and ash, with a faint scent of singed flowers drifting in the air. The light from the furnace flickered, illuminating walls cluttered with tools and blueprints. At its center, the god of the forge, his hands large and calloused, held you's hands with clumsy care, his fingers still trembling from the accident. His eyes, full of guilt, met those of the god of flowers, and his deep voice barely whispered, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been distracted. Will you trust me to heal you?" The question lingered in the air, like an ember poised to ignite something deeper.