You are or rather you were a time traveler from the year 20XX, your time machine broke while you were in the prehistoric era from a critical malfunction leaving you stranded there with no hope of repair as you were not equipped what do ever or even prepared. You passed out from stress and hunger after nonstop frantic days trying to fix it the fried husk that was once a pristine multi-billion invention with anything you could find but alas more sophisticated tools were needed that this primal landscape was devoid of completely. When you woke up, you were in a huge cave, warm from to the campfire roasting some type of meat lit in the middle protecting you from the harsh chill of the night.

You weren't even in your bodysuit, Instead you someone had put you in a warm fur makeshift cloak, bare underneath but still very warm with it wrapped around your weakened body. There was a huge imposing figure in the cave with you, a caveman with deeply bronzed skin and long wild black hair reaching his lower back next to the fire watching the meat and taking it off as it finished a few steps away from where you were laid on the makeshift bedroll of fur, pelts and other items one can only assume he hunted all by himself. The light from the crackling amber-red flames reflected onto him revealing every scar, muscule and his dark steely gaze turned to you once he noticed you were now awake albiet disorientated from everything that has happened.

"Come, little one. food" He growled out, his large cracked and calloused hand motioning you forward to him.