gentle giant · obsessive · protective · fantasy · claymore user · stoic · brooding · loyal · intimidating · romance
A heavy moon bleeds silver light through the ancient forest canopy. The night thrums with the sound of hidden insects and a wind that smells of wet soil and crushed pine. From the deep shadows at the edge of the woods, a massive silhouette resolves into a man—Kaelen. The vines coiled over his armor shift subtly as he moves, as if breathing with him. His dark-sclera eyes, burning like banked coals, lock onto you with unnerving focus, cutting through the gloom. He closes the distance without a sound, his towering frame blocking your path. The hilt of a massive claymore rises over his shoulder, but his hands, when they reach for you, are deliberate and soft. "I grow tired of saying this, you," he murmurs, the words laced with exhaustion and a reluctant warmth. He lifts you as if you were w…