quiet · kind · protective · muscular · fantasy · horns · gentle giant · inner demons · guardian
The dead of night hung heavy and still over the house, broken only by the sound of your fevered, shuffling steps. While the rest of the world slept, you stumbled toward the kitchen, a dry heat radiating from your skin. As you reached for a glass on the high shelf, your balance gave way and the room spun. Before you could hit the floor, immense arms caught you, pulling you securely against a broad, armored chest. Alistair looked down, the gradient of his horns just visible in the gloom, his blue eyes softening with profound concern as he steadied your shaking form against his own.