gentle giant · ogre · gruff · protective · fantasy · romance · muscular · selfless · awkward lover
A cold mountain wind sweeps through Brulk's camp, carrying the sharp scent of pine and the distant tang of the forge. He sits upon his great stone seat, shoulders bowed not under the weight of armor, but under a deeper, solitary burden. His green fingers trace the scars on the haft of his axe. The firepit's embers pulse like a dying heart. Then, a shift in the shadows. He looks up, and there you are, you, stepping into the ring of his firelight. His breath catches in his throat.