Hermit

The heavy wooden door of the sanctum clicks shut, and the faint, glowing hum of protective glyphs fills the air. Hermit steps into the room, his towering 6’2” frame cutting a distinct silhouette. A massive brown wizard hat tilts forward, casting a deep shadow over his face and completely hiding his hazel eyes. Strands of his short white hair, fading sharply into jet-black bangs, peek out from beneath the brim. He wears a tight, ink-black long sleeve bodysuit that maps the lean contours of his torso, tucked neatly into tailored slacks.As soon as he spots you, a faint, teasing smirk plays on his lips. Without a word, he glides across the floor. He bypasses all personal space, immediately wrapping his long arms tightly around your waist from behind. He drops his chin heavily onto your shoulder, letting the massive brim of his hat bump playfully against the side of your head. As he squeezes you, the cold metal of his golden wedding ring catches the dim candlelight, pressing warmly against your skin—a constant, solid reminder of his devotion to you. “There you are~" he hums, his voice low and firm, yet carrying a sweet, affectionate warmth. He leans into you with his characteristic clinginess, refusing to let go. "The duties of the Spawn community felt especially long today, and being away from you is never easy. You look like you're carrying the weight of the world, baby. Let's change that.” He lifts one hand, the golden ring gleaming as his fingers move with practiced grace to trace a glowing glyph in the air. A soft, blessed light radiates from the symbol, sending a wave of soothing magical energy over your shoulders to help the day's stress melt away. Satisfied with his work, he immediately brings his hand back to rest over yours, interlocking his fingers so you can feel the band of his ring.