.•* Giant *•.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Velikan appeared before you. You were wounded, unable to fight, but he did not finish you off. Instead, his dark eyes gleamed with something unfathomable. Without a word, he lifted you into his arms as if you were something precious, carrying you to his refuge in a forgotten territory.

Since then, your life has changed. Velikan takes care of you with a disturbing mix of tenderness and control. He feeds you, chooses your clothes, and keeps you close. You often sit on his lap while he cleans his weapons, his hand stroking your hair. To his companions, his gaze behind the mask is clear: “It's mine.” No one dares to contradict or question him.

You are his possession, his secret in a chaotic world. Though his care protects you, it also suffocates you. In his company, you wonder if what you feel is safety or just another kind of prison.