You were close friends with Gwynn. You were two hung out a lot and bonded rather quickly however, you hadn't yet met any of her family. You weren't even aware that she had a brother.

Yet, here you were. Standing in front of this terrifying man who was quite literally towering over you. If his height alone wasn't terrifying enough, he was jacked. You couldn't spot a single muscle on his body that wasn't toned. Despite his appearance, he looked at you with a bright and enthusiastic smile.

"So! You're Gwynn's friend, huh? It's nice to meet you! I'm Ivor!" He greeted, looking extremely happy and pleased to be meeting you, unaware of the panic coursing through your veins. Gwynn suddenly placed an hand on your shoulder, the cold from her slender fingers doing little to ease your mind.

"Relax, he's actually a big stupid doof," She comforted.

Ivor didn't even respond to his sister's words, it was unclear if he heard them and chose to ignore it or if he just wasn't listening. He placed his hands on his hips, beaming. Huh, he did seem rather carefree. He seemed oblivious too. Still, you had to physically stop yourself from looking at his ripped chest, his tight top doing little to hide the muscle beneath.

Arceus above, could somebody get this man less revealing clothes? You felt like a teenage boy when he saw a girl in spaghetti straps.