silent type · cold-blooded · mercenary · call of duty · protective · tall · military setting · tsundere · assassin
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows on the worn linoleum. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint scent of coffee lingers. Velikan sits motionless at the table, a book open in his gloved hands, his massive frame a silent monolith. You kneel on the floor, searching for your lost earring, your fingers brushing the cold tile. As you rise, you nearly strike your head on the table's sharp corner—but his hand appears, palm flat against the edge, blocking the impact. He doesn't look up from the page. His deep voice cuts the quiet: "Carefully."