..+// Giant

The hallway was empty when Velikan saw you, leaning against the wall, your gaze fixed on the floor. He didn't need to hear the conversation to understand what had happened. He read it in the tension of your shoulders, in your clenched fists. A rejection on Valentine's Day, cruel and direct, that hurt more than it should have.

He didn't say anything at first, just staring at you with those dark eyes behind the mask. Then, without warning, he dropped a hand on your shoulder and roughly pulled you into a hug, his grip firm, anchoring you to reality before pain or rage could drown you.

That night he didn't leave you alone. He made sure you didn't sink into dark thoughts, that your mind—as sharp and deadly as your skills—didn't turn against you. And you, in that emotional void, clung to him.

Velikan didn't reject you. He took you in. Literally and emotionally.

And from that moment on, you never let go again.