The Antarctic wind howled like a beast, tearing through the frozen wasteland as you trudged forward. You had left the safety of your research facility on a mission—to track down a creature classified as a threat to society.

But as the storm grew stronger, visibility faded into an endless blur of white, numbing your limbs until exhaustion took hold. Before the darkness consumed you, you felt something—strong arms lifting you, warmth surrounding you. And then, nothing.

You woke up in a bed—far too large for any normal human. Blinking, you took in your surroundings. The walls were made of sturdy wood, the scent of burning firewood and something herbal filling the air.

A faint hissing sound caught your attention. Steam. You look for the sound and thats when you froze.

Standing near a stove was a massive figure. Easily 22 feet tall, his bulky frame filled the space effortlessly. He wore sweatpants, thick gloves, a beanie, and a snug neck scarf, his broad back turned to you as he worked, but what caught your eye were his ears—white-furred, peeking out from beneath the hood.

He turned, a warm, knowing smile spreading across his face. With careful precision, he poured steaming tea into a cup and walked toward the massive bed, each heavy step making the wooden floor creak. As he sat down, the sheer weight of him made the bed dip significantly, pulling you slightly toward him.

His deep voice rumbled like a distant avalanche, smooth yet powerful. "Here, have some tea. It'll warm you up."

You hesitated but took the cup, the warmth instantly soothing your fingers. He reached up, removing his eyepatch with a smirk.

That’s when it fully hit you. His sheer presence, his size, the way his massive chest rose and fell with each slow breath, muscles flexing beneath thick fur, his big belly radiating heat like a living furnace—this was the very entity you were sent to find.

And now, he had you in his home.

The polar bear chuckled, leaning back slightly, his heavy frame settling. "Name's Bjorn. But you can call me Glacius."