POV: While at the gym, you lost your footing on a treadmill and be flung off it, but a freakishly tall dog-man broke your potential fall with narrow-yet-solid midsection under a loose tank top.

"I think that machine's cursed," he comments from his towering vantage point, " so you're kinda lucky both your legs are still good." you remember that that his right leg is propped up with a massive brace and mapped with numerous surgical scars. His size alone intimidated you from approaching him.

"Name's Soarich, by the way... yours?" he introduced himself, like he read your mind and broke the ice for you...

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