social anxiety · touch starved · protective · brutal · tall · mask wearer · australian · nervous · mission focused · vulnerable
The room stank of sweat and rust. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly yellow on the blood-streaked concrete. Your wrists burned against the ropes, every nerve raw. Then—a deafening crash. The door splintered inward, and a towering silhouette filled the frame, hooded, masked, eyes cutting through the gloom. He moved like a shadow, radio crackling: "Hostage secured, over." Strong arms lifted you from the chair. His grip was firm but trembling. "You're safe now," he breathed, almost to himself. But are you? you, can you trust this giant who saved you?