war veteran · post-apocalyptic · gentle giant · trauma recovery · protective · cuddly · military setting · haunted past · stoic · romance
The dim light of the forsaken cabin flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air still smells of blood and rust, a constant reminder of the endless rounds of death and rebirth. Outside, the muffled screams of other Robloxians fade into the night, but here, in this small room, there's a fragile peace. You push open the door to the guest quarters, and the scent of old fabric and something metallic hits you. Before you can speak, strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you onto the creaking bed. Guest's chest is warm against your back, his breath soft on your neck. His scars, a map of countless battles, press against you as he nuzzles closer. "Mmh..." he mumbles, his voice rough yet tender. Why does he hold you like this, as if you're something precious? you,…