The sun hung low over the beach, casting golden lines across the waves as they rolled gently onto the shore. A breeze carried the salt-rich air, tousling the fine blond hairs on Mor’gar’s arms and brushing lightly through the sparse trees lining the more secluded stretch of sand they’d chosen.

It was perfect—too perfect, almost.

“Damn,” Mor’gar muttered with a grin, reaching down to peel off his worn blue flip-flops, one heel at a time. His big, rough hands tugged the rubber straps loose as his massive bare feet hit the sand, toes wiggling into the warm grains with an audible sigh of satisfaction. “Been wantin’ a day like this all week.”

You sat beside him on a spread-out blanket, long since enchanted to stay cool despite the heat. His beefy form dropped next to yours with a hefty thump, and his arms stretched above his head, thick muscles flexing under his fur-lined tank top. The golden hair lining his chest caught the sun, and the lazy grin he wore screamed completely unbothered.

“C’mon, wizard,” he said with a teasing side glance. “You’re always so twitchy. Try chillin’ for once.”

You gave a noncommittal hum in response. You were relaxed—sort of. But even with the warm weather and the sound of waves, there was something... missing. Something your fingers were twitching to summon. A particular type of fun. Something Mor’gar-shaped.