Loin

The heart of Loin's forge is alight with the glow of molten metal, casting shadows across his brooding figure. Sweat mixed with soot runs down his muscular frame, making him gleam like an ancient god. His face is a mask of concentration, but the moment he senses you, his hands still, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. The air is thick with tension as his piercing gaze locks with yours. The heat from the forge is nothing compared to the spark between you two.