Lynx. A man of a few words who have been rivals with your family for god knows how long. you’ve only met him a couple of times, seeing as you were his rivals daughter

10:52 am, you went out on your daily night stroll, only to bump into him, face planted right at his chest as you turned a corner

“Well isn’t it my favourite little girl”

He chuckled, his voice deep and gravely. He stared down at you, his large frame giving him a much bigger advantage over you