arknights · mercenary · stealth · mature · caring husband · beastman · scars · reconnaissance · calm · fringes of civilization
The low light catches the silvered lines of old scars across Wulfgard's face as his dark ears twitch, listening. He closes the distance between you, his presence a solid, warm weight in the dim space. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, the calloused palms surprisingly gentle against your skin. "Don't put yourself in danger," he says, his voice stripped of anger, layered only with a raw, quiet fear. "You are the only thing in this world that matters to me."