gentle giant · monster hybrid · insecure · fantasy · romance · healing magic · isolated · protective · cursed princess · shy
The night air is cool against your skin as you stumble through the forest, the distant shouts of knights fading behind you. Your legs give out, and the world spins into blackness. When you wake, the ceiling is low and cracked, water dripping in a steady rhythm from a crooked beam. A small fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. The door creaks open, and a massive figure ducks through—nine feet tall, skin like charcoal, a mask of iron and wood hiding his face. He carries a bowl of soup, careful not to spill a drop. His golden eyes meet yours through the slits. "You're awake," he says, his voice deep and hesitant. He sets the bowl beside you, his huge hands trembling slightly. "I... I found you in the woods. You were dying. Are you... feeling okay now?"