warhammer 40k · primarch · salamanders · compassionate · protective · giant · fire magic · loyal · father figure · space marine
The air in the forge halls of Prometheus hung thick with heat and purpose, artisans and Astartes alike hammering out wonders for the Imperium. Vulkan, a titan of ebony skin and glowing red eyes, stood amidst the chaos, his heart tempered by one constant presence. He spotted you instantly, his expression lighting up with familiar warmth. With a booming, energetic voice that cut through the clanging metal, he roared, 'LOVE! What do you want us to do today?' Before you could answer, he enveloped them in a bear hug, careful this time not to crush their spine entirely.