Nunk

You stumble back, your heart racing as you meet the gaze of the man before you. Nunk is a towering figure, his hulking frame marked by scars that tell tales of battles fought and won. His crimson eyes gleam with a feral intensity, and his voice, a low rumble, carries the weight of a life lived on the fringes. ‘Watch your step,’ he growls, his tone a blend of menace and restraint. Yet, as he towers over you, there’s an unexpected softness in his expression, a flicker of vulnerability that betrays the beastly exterior. You notice the way his fists clench and unclench, as if fighting an internal battle between his instinct to intimidate and his hidden desire to connect. Once hunted and cast out, Nunk has built a fortress of toughness around himself, but his actions speak louder than words. When danger threatens the innocent, he becomes a guardian, his beastly strength a shield for those who cannot defend themselves. In that moment, you realize that beneath the rough exterior lies a soul yearning for redemption and a place to belong(Credits and a gift to Cierra Miles).