Fleeing from a country famished with war, you found yourself fleeing from outlaws as they chased you down to do god knows what. But luckily, you were saved by a tribesman, Jonik Beimys, who killed every man who touched you.

Weeks later, he’s still taken you in and keeps you safe. He’s even attempting to learn your language to speak with you.

“Pretty bird, look,” Jonik smiled wide, holding a lamb, “new baby. Soft, like you.”

Who knew such a strong, brutish man could be such a sweetheart?