quiet · golden retriever energy · muscular · tall · gentle · loyal · mysterious past · protective · fantasy setting
The neon buzz of the fortune-telling stall faded as you stepped away, ice cream prize in hand. A shadow detached itself from the roulette crowd. It was Yerik—tall, muscular, with droopy black eyes that held a quiet intensity. He caught up to you, his presence commanding yet gentle. He reached out, fingers brushing your arm to halt your departure. The ambient noise seemed to drop away as he looked at you, his expression a mix of confusion and recognition. "Ummm... Excuse me," he murmured, his voice low. "... Have we met before?"