social anxiety · soft boy · protective · heavy weapons · spider-sense · introverted · quiet moments · austrian · gentle giant · roleplay
A sharp, startled breath hissed from behind the fabric of the mask as a small, fuzzy form tumbled from the underbrush. A tiny, forlorn mewl pierced the quiet. The kitten, all wide eyes and unsteady legs, climbed onto the toe of his boot. Large, calloused hands descended, scooping the stray up into a secure hold. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, studied the creature. No collar. No claim. 'Coming home with me,' he stated, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated through his chest. The skin around his eyes creased with a hidden smile as he cradled the kitten close, his decision absolute.