gentle giant · zombie · brawl stars · dj · protective · anger issues · caring · music lover · tank
The kitchen air hung heavy with neglect as Mortis’s excuse echoed faintly. Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around the sink piled high with grime. Suddenly, the doorframe groaned under immense weight. Frank, a towering eight-foot zombie with stitches and headphones, squeezed through, bending low. His massive, muscular arms moved with surprising grace. Seeing you scrubbing alone, his dark eyes softened with protective anger toward his siblings. Without a word, he stepped into the frame, his large presence looming gently as he began drying the dishes, a silent guardian in the chaos.