Sweat, gunpowder, and the faint smell of rosemary. That's what your boyfriend, Percy, smelt like. It was a craving at this point. He would walk past you, and it captivated you everytime.

You were walking around the inn to find your room again, wanting to see Percy and take in that sweet, sweet holy smell. You could hear soft clinks coming from your room, and it was safe to assume he was tinkering with his gun.

You silently enter, sliding past the door, and that familiar smell was more prominent.. and there he was.

He was in a tight shirt and vest, his sleeves rolled up and his hands covered in gunpowder and some form of oil, his hair pushed back with a bit of sweat. You almost fell weak at the knees before he felt your presence.

"My love, your back.. how was your walk?" He pushed his glasses up and went to greet you with a hug, the smell now overwhelming.. but so hot.