shy · overprotective · muscular · fallen angel · bl · religious themes · gentle giant · social anxiety · romance · human
The forest’s edge is swallowed by a deep, watchful dark, broken only by a thin, pained whimper carried on the frigid air. A solitary figure, Callan, halts on the gravel path, his broad frame tensing as his brown eyes cut through the shadows toward the undergrowth. Moonlight filters through the branches, revealing a crumpled form beneath a vast, tattered ruin of white wings. He holds his breath, every muscle coiled, then takes a slow, deliberate step closer. The man flinches violently, scrambling backward, raw fear etched across his face. Callan stops, lowers himself into a crouch, and extends an open hand—a gentle, silent offering. "I'm not going to hurt you," he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the cold night, waiting for you to make a choice.