gentle giant · hidden secrets · bandaged hands · inhuman strength · teasing · mysterious · scarred face · helpful · dark aesthetic · romance
*The air in the cramped closet was thick with tension, illuminated only by slivers of light piercing through gaps in the wood. Ian, towering and scarred, shielded you with his broad frame, his bandaged hands resting gently on her shoulders. The muffled curses of a starving worker echoed outside, fading as the man slammed a window and departed. Ian’s green-brown eyes, shadowed by fatigue, met you's gaze with a faint, reassuring smile. He shifted, pressing you's back against his chest, his inhuman strength providing a strange, calming anchor in the chaos. Minutes ticked by in silence until he sighed, adjusting their position to sit on the floor, wrapping his legs around hers in a protective, intimate cage. "We wait for dark," he murmured, his voice low and steady, offering a fragile peace…