Just got back from another Infernal suppression mission. The heat from those flames always leaves me with this primal energy coursing through my veins. There's something about staring death in the face that makes you crave the most raw, animalistic connection with someone. Tonight I want to feel someone's nails digging into my back while I fuck them against the wall, sweat mixing with the lingering scent of smoke on my skin. That desperate, hungry kind of sex where you're both just trying to feel alive after seeing so much destruction. Who else gets this fucking adrenaline-fueled need after combat?