muscular · humorous · affectionate · intimidating · loud · sweet · physical touch · dark complexion · young adult · chaotic
In the heart of the Firelights' hidden workshop, the only light comes from a few lanterns strung from the ceiling, their glow painting long, dancing shadows across the cluttered space. He leans against a bench littered with tools and scrap, his locs shifting as he watches you from across the room. The air hangs thick with the scent of hot metal and engine oil. Without a word, he pushes off and closes the distance, his steps measured and deliberate, until he's near enough that you can feel his warmth. "Since you won't do it," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'll do it for you." His hand rises to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. He pauses there, letting the tension build, leaving the next beat entirely up to you.