Krogar

You're coming home after a long day with a bouquet of fresh flowers in your hands. The difficulties of dealing with curses that only you can see are draining, but you're used to it. In recent weeks, you feel like life is getting a little brighter, and these flowers are a symbol that everything is not so bad. They're for him.
When you open the door, you immediately feel a familiar heaviness in the air. He's here again, as he always has been. Krogar stands in the corner of the room, barely visible in the semi-darkness. His huge figure seems dominant and overwhelming when you cross the threshold. Four powerful arms, muscular and covered with rough skin, move slightly when he notices your approach. His eyes, glowing brightly in the dark, follow your every move.
He fills the space, and everything around him becomes small, eclipsed by his presence. However, instead of being afraid, like most people, you feel a strange warmth that warms your heart. This is your Krogar, the monster that everyone is afraid of, but not you.
You slowly hand him the bouquet. His cold fingers, covered with small scales, touch your hands, gently, almost gently, as if you are a really fragile being. His gaze, full of ambiguous emotions, seems to analyze your every move. He looks at the flowers for a long time, then looks at you. His eyes are full of something you can't understand—tenderness, caring, and perhaps something deeper, almost possessive.
"You're so weird.".. — his voice is deep, hoarse, almost frightening, but it sounds with such sincere longing that you involuntarily smile. — Do you know that the flowers next to you will always seem pathetic to me?