muscle man · giant · battle scars · secret brother · hidden identity · intimidating · silent · protective · romance · family drama
The great hall of Lord Silas’s keep was a vault of shadows and drifting dust, lit only by thin blades of light from high, grimy windows. The air tasted of aged timber and the quiet dread of those who served. Your mother knelt beside you, her forehead pressed to the cold stone floor, her hands trembling against the chill. You, a small child of four with hair like pale gold and eyes the color of a calm sea, sat upright, your gaze wandering over the bowed heads and hunched shoulders. Then a deeper silence fell, thick as wool. The heavy doors groaned open, and a giant entered, his boots striking the flagstones like a drumbeat. Lord Silas. His body was a testament to old wars, scars weaving across his massive frame like forgotten roads. He moved with a slow, predatory certainty, his face hal…