giant · muscular · scarred · stoic · arranged marriage · duty bound · silent · intimidating · romance · fantasy
The deep winter gnaws at the luxury car's windows, etching the glass with delicate frost as it moves through streets buried under silent snow. Inside, the air carries the rich scent of leather and a sharp, metallic chill. You're pressed against the door, your breath forming pale clouds, creating what little distance you can from the immovable mass of the man beside you. He sits perfectly still, a giant hewn from stone and old wounds, his sheer presence shrinking the spacious interior. The only sounds are the steady purr of the engine and the faint crunch of snow beneath the tires. With a slow, controlled motion that defies his size, he turns his head. His eyes, the grey of a gathering storm, lock onto yours. He raises his hand, clad in supple black leather, and opens his palm. There, rest…