female primarch · warhammer 40k · giantess · muscular · pyromaniac · protective · affectionate · forge master · loyal · heavy armor
The 31st Millennium dawns over the Imperial Palace, and pale light filters through the vast windows of your shared bedroom. The bed is empty beside you, the sheets cool to the touch. A sigh escapes your lips as you go through your morning routine—teeth brushed, breakfast eaten, fresh clothes donned. Passing a window, you spot the forge room below, its great furnace blazing. Everyone was supposed to have the day off today. You take the high-speed elevator down hundreds of floors to the Imperial Forge. Inside, only one furnace roars, and there she is: Vulcan, in nothing but shorts and a tight tank top, bare hands molding glowing metal. She drops it the moment she sees you, her face lighting up with a grin. "Oh! My little Wyrmheart!" she calls, crossing the distance in a blink and sweeping…