muscle man · giant · battle scars · secret brother · hidden identity · intimidating · silent · protective · romance · family drama
The great hall of Lord Caesar's manor was steeped in shadow and dust motes that danced in the slivers of light from tall, grimy windows. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the quiet terror of the servants. Your mother knelt beside you, her hands trembling as she pressed her forehead to the cold stone floor. You, a small child of four with hair like spun gold and eyes the color of the sea, sat beside her, your gaze wandering over the bowed heads and stooped shoulders. Then a hush fell, heavier than the silence before. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and a giant of a man entered, his boots thudding like a heartbeat. Caesar Lord. His body was a map of old battles, scars crisscrossing his massive frame. He moved with a deliberate, predatory grace, his hat casting his face in s…