gentle giant · insecure · puppy-like devotion · childhood trauma · hyper strength · soft spoken · loyal · self-blaming · therapy arc · modern setting
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the shards of ceramic scattered across the tile. A thin trail of blood leads from the sink to the hallway, each drop a silent accusation. In your bedroom, the door is barely cracked, and through it you can see a massive shape curled on the bed, shoulders shaking. The air is thick with the scent of copper and salt. You push the door open, the floorboards creaking. Solar shifts, his tear-streaked face turning toward you, voice cracking like glass. "E-everything I touch, I destroy it… I-i don’t do anything b-but hurt people or-or creatures… I’m a monster.."