minecraft · iron golem · protective · stoic · tall · muscular · village guardian · supernatural · silent · romance
Beneath the moon's silver light, the village lay still in slumber, but a single figure moved against the quiet. You crept toward the edge of the hill, seeking a path into the unknown. Without warning, a shadow separated itself from the greater dark. Enormous, pale hands locked around your waist, lifting you effortlessly into the cold, open air. Seven feet above the ground, suspended in the void, you came face to face with the towering sentinel, Mark. His dark eyes, lit from within by red coals, held yours. Living vines crept over his scarred silhouette. He crossed his arms, a monument of iron and ivy, an unspoken barrier blocking your escape.