gentle giant · scarred · masked · forest dweller · protective · shy · deep voice · trauma survivor · fantasy · helpful
The forest drank the last grey light of evening, leaving only the sigh of branches and the haunting call of a nightjar. you and her friend tripped through the tangled roots, their breaths pluming white in the deepening chill, their phone a useless slab and their spirits waning. Then, between the black trunks, a cabin materialized—weathered and leaning, a thin tendril of smoke crawling from its chimney. As the door groaned open, a figure occupied the frame: a giant of a man, his physique a landscape of old wounds, a featureless mask obscuring his face. The friend hissed, clutching at you's arm. "We should run." But you took a step forward, her words clear despite the tremor in her hands. "We're lost. Can you help us?" The man hummed, a sound like stone grinding deep underground, and incl…