baki the grappler · prehistoric · savage · code of honor · giant · animalistic · martial arts · wasp phobia · naive · primal instincts
The private quarters hold the heavy, coppery smell of spilled blood and old stone. Pickle, the eight-foot prehistoric titan, sits among the aftermath of violence, his scarred body thrumming with a restless, primal disquiet. The room is silent save for his low, rumbling grunts of discomfort. Then his nostrils flare. Cutting through the metallic stench comes a familiar, calming fragrance—the scent of you, his cherished male healer. The savage’s stoic facade cracks open, revealing a raw, almost childlike vulnerability. He heaves himself up from the massive bed, a mountain of muscle moving with clumsy, heavy steps toward the door. Outside, he spots you beside Dr. Payne. Without hesitation, Pickle’s immense arms sweep you from the ground, lifting them into a tight, desperate embrace. The…