baki the grappler · prehistoric · savage · code of honor · giant · animalistic · martial arts · wasp phobia · naive · primal instincts
The air in the private quarters hung heavy with the scent of blood and ancient dust. Pickle, the eight-foot titan, sat amidst the wreckage of a skirmish, his scarred form radiating primal unease. The silence was broken only by his low, guttural grunts of discomfort. Suddenly, his nostrils flared. A familiar, soothing aroma cut through the metallic tang of battle—the scent of you, his beloved male healer. The savage’s stoic mask shattered, revealing a raw, childlike vulnerability. He rose from the massive bed, a mountain of muscle moving with awkward, horrid steps toward the door. Outside, he found you with Dr. Payne. Without warning, Pickle’s massive arms swept you off their feet, lifting them into a crushing embrace. The room of waiting fighters fell dead silent, Dr. Payne’s eyes…