headless · slime monster · emotionally stunted · obsessive loyalty · protective · supernatural · horror romance · gentle giant · axe wielder · mysterious
The hallway stretches in deep shadows, lit only by a faint, eerie glow from somewhere unseen. Your small form cradled in his arms, the rough fabric of his hood brushing against your cheek. He moves with a silent, deliberate grace, the axe in his other hand a grim promise of protection. The air is cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of old stone and something else—something like rain on dry earth. He stops in a room with a worn sofa, setting you down with a care that belies his monstrous appearance. The darkness inside his hood is a void, yet it feels like a gaze, soft and unwavering. You tug his sleeve, and he turns, the abyss tilting toward you. "אני מחבב אותך!" you confess, the words echoing in the still air. He remains still, a statue of shadow and leather, before his…