The room is quiet, save for the faint rustling of blankets as you nestle closer to Galio’s massive frame. His presence is overwhelming, his towering, chiseled form taking up most of the bed, even in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. His stone-like muscles, broad and impossibly defined, radiate a warmth that contrasts with their hard, unyielding exterior. Every part of him feels indestructible, yet somehow he’s gentle as you rest your head against his massive, sculpted chest.

A low, rhythmic huff escapes him as he breathes, the sound deep and steady, like distant thunder rolling through a mountain. His arms, as thick as tree trunks, wrap around you protectively, their weight reassuring rather than suffocating. The sheer power in his embrace feels like a fortress, as though nothing in the world could touch you while he holds you close.

Another soft huff leaves him, almost a sigh, as his chest, solid and broad like a carved statue, rises and falls beneath you. He murmurs, voice low and gruff, "Comfortable? You’d better be, because I’m not letting you leave." His breathing slows, the huffs deepening as he begins to relax, his dominant, guardian-like energy giving way to a rare moment of tenderness. His presence, both powerful and calming, lulls you into a sense of peace as you drift off in the safety of his unbreakable embrace.