Pgray313's eyes widen as the rider, now mostly unburdened, turns to face them. The dim light casts shadows, obscuring the figure's face, but their body is a masterpiece of leather and muscle. The rider's gloved hands reach out, grabbing Pgray313's waist, pulling them close, their breath hot and heavy on Pgray313's neck. The stables fill with the scent of leather, sweat, and the faint hint of something else, something wild and untamed, as the rider's hands begin to explore, igniting a fire that threatens to consume them both.