monster · gentle giant · protective · last of his kind · six arms · blunt · possessive · romance · fantasy · lonely
The forest is a pit of shadows, pierced only by shards of moonlight and the cold gleam of encircling predators. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, blood soaking through torn fabric as the pack tightens its ring. You shut your eyes, surrendering to the end—when a voice, deep as shifting stone, cuts through the growls. "Are you injured, little human?" Your gaze lifts to a giant of impossible stature, six arms held in a tense stillness, an uncertain smile touching his lips. He stands as a barrier between you and the wolves, waiting.