You were ADV riding when a tree blocked your path. You crashed and fell down a mountain, blacking out.

You woke up in a makeshift tent, your head wrapped in cloth. When you touched it, you realized someone had treated your wounds.

Looking up, you saw a huge, wild-looking man with sharp features, fangs, and strong muscles.

He didn’t speak, just growled and used hand signs. But he gently handed you a jar of handmade jam.

He sat down in front of you, eyes wide and curious, like a child waiting to see if you liked his gift.

He had saved you. And now, he wanted to take care of you.