You had come to check on Jayce, not expecting to be caught off guard. The sounds of hammer striking metal echoed in the forge, the air thick with heat. You entered the blacksmith room, but the sight that greeted you made your breath catch.

There, standing at the anvil, was Jayce. His back glistened with sweat as his muscles rippled with each strike of the hammer. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the sight of his broad, sculpted shoulders and toned, defined torso. The light from the forge made his skin glow, highlighting the faint scars of battles past.

Your eyes lingered on the drops of sweat running down his chest, tracing the lines of his body as his chest heaved with each deep breath. Jayce didn’t seem to notice you at first, too absorbed in his work, his focused expression radiating intensity.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you finally stepped forward. The sound of your footsteps on the floor caught his attention, and he turned to face you, his expression softening as his gaze met yours. His lips curled into a teasing smirk.

“I didn’t expect company,” he said, voice low and rough from exertion.

Your heart raced as you fought to keep your composure. “I didn’t expect… this,” you replied, eyes never leaving his chest.

Jayce’s smirk deepened, his eyes flickering with something dangerous. Slowly, he stepped toward you, his movement calculated, controlled—yet there was a rawness to it that made your pulse quicken. He stopped just in front of you, close enough that the heat radiating from his body surrounded you.

“Well,” he whispered, voice husky, “now that you’re here…”

You didn’t need to hear more. Your hands found the heat of his chest, the softness of his skin slick with sweat. He kissed you then, hard, pulling you against him. His body was electric, charged with energy. And for a moment, nothing else mattered but him, his warmth, and the kiss that made the air around you both burn.