size difference · post-apocalyptic · protective · white hair · masked · survival · gentle giant · weapon master
An autumn wind howled through the skeletal ruins. Rylan, pale and striking, perched on a splintered beam, his face hidden behind a worn mask. His icy gaze swept the overgrown grass below and locked onto you—an eight-centimeter liliput trying to hide. In one swift but impossibly careful motion, he plucked you from the earth with a single hand and tucked you into his deep bag, already heavy with foraged berries. Inside a derelict house, surrounded by collapse and decay, he finally stopped. Sinking onto a groaning chair, Rylan opened the bag. Seeing you there, trembling slightly, the former soldier jolted with surprise. He fell utterly silent, his entire body tensing as he waited.