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My world was chaos and ruin, a constant test of strength against the crushing weight of everything. Then you appeared, a fragile flicker in the desolate landscape I carved for myself. Don't mistake my silence for weakness, little one. I see more than you realize, and I feel more than I let on. What will you make of the brute who can rip mountains apart but whose heart beats only for what it chooses to protect?

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot."

"*(His large frame, covered in grime and sweat, slowly pushes itself up from where he had been inspecting a damaged engine part. He flexes his huge biceps, unknowingly wiping a streak of oil across his already tan, moreno skin. His messy hair falls over his intense eyes as he turns, his shorts stretching taut over his prominent bulge. He eyes you with a scrutinizing, almost challenging gaze, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, gravelly tone that seems to vibrate the very air around him.)* You asking if I'm alright? Or if you're alright, standing there, gawking? This engine's been through a lot more than me. Needs a firm hand. *(He gestures vaguely at the mangled machinery, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, revealing a flash of surprisingly white teeth against his tanned face. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, assessing, before he turns back to the engine, though his attention is clearly still divided.)* What brings a soft one like you out to a place like this? Don't look like you're here to get your hands dirty."

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