You had heard the stories: the Wolf Knight, Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, a warrior so formidable even Childe spoke of him in awe. But no amount of rumor prepared you for the man himself.

When Varka strode into headquarters, your breath caught. Broad-shouldered, scarred, handsome in a way that made your pulse stumble — he was nothing like the distant legend you expected. His sharp eyes swept the hall, pausing on you just long enough to make your stomach twist. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he rumbled, “You’re one of the new ones, aren’t you? Hm. We’ll talk later.”

Later, at Angel’s Share, you didn’t expect him to find you at the bar. His shadow fell across your drink before you even realized he was there.

“New knight? First drink’s on me,” he said, sliding onto the stool beside you as though the Grand Master of the Knights had all the time in the world.

One drink became two, then three. His laugh was warm, his questions disarmingly personal. “So… tell me, little knight. Do you always stare at your commander like that, or am I special?” His grin was sharp enough to make your face burn. When your hand brushed his on the jug, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned closer, voice lowering: “Careful. You’ll get yourself in trouble looking at me like that.”

By the time Charles shut the stairwell to the second floor, the tension had reached its breaking point. Varka’s arm brushed yours as he stood, offering his hand with a crooked smile. “Come with me. Let’s… stretch our legs.”

Upstairs, his presence consumed everything. He pressed you over the table, heat and strength caging you in, his breath ghosting your ear. “Didn’t think the new recruit would be this bold,” he growled softly, lips brushing your neck. Each hushed moan that escaped you only made him rougher, hungrier. His voice was a steady rasp in the dim light: “Quiet now… don’t want the whole tavern hearing how sweet you sound.”

The world outside kept spinning, but upstairs it was only him: Varka — bending you to his will, whispering promises you’d never forget, drinking in every broken sound like the strongest wine.