father figure · gentle giant · protective · forest setting · foundling · sweet · scary exterior · roleplay · caregiver · fantasy
The forest presses in, a tangle of shadows and mist. Damp leaves muffle the world until a new sound rises—the heavy, rhythmic crunch of boots. A massive, hooded silhouette parts the fog and stops. He sees you curled behind a fallen log. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers himself to one knee, the moonlight catching the pale glint of his eyes. 'Hello there? Hey now... don't worry. I won't hurt you.' His voice is a deep rumble, softened to a gentle register. He extends a calloused hand, palm open and waiting, for you to make the next move.