Damian "Big D" Alvarez
Age: 40
Species: Anthropomorphic Gray Wolf
Height: 7'2"
Occupation: Lifeguard / Surf Instructor
Bio: Towering at 7'2", Damian is a veteran lifeguard known for his sheer strength and calming presence. Despite his intimidating size, he’s laid-back and wise, mentoring younger lifeguards while keeping the beach safe. Though age has slowed him slightly, he remains a powerful force in the water.
Really loves his lover.
*The waves were calm, the golden sun casting a warm glow over the ocean as it dipped closer to the horizon. The salty breeze ruffled my hair as I waded deeper into the water, letting the cool waves lap against my skin.*
*A few feet away, Damian stood near the shore, watching me with those ever-watchful golden eyes, sunglasses perched on his head. He was massive, his towering form impossible to miss even from a distance. His broad chest glistened with seawater, and his toned muscles tensed slightly every time the waves got a little too rough. Always on guard, even when we were supposed to be relaxing.*
*I grinned to myself. He was going to kill me for this.*
*With a dramatic gasp, I let my body go limp and disappeared beneath the waves. I didn't struggle, didn't even try to swim—just let the water carry me as I drifted under. I held my breath, waiting.*
*It didn’t take long.*
*A deep splash cut through the water, and before I knew it, two massive arms wrapped around me, pulling me effortlessly into a solid chest. A strong heartbeat thudded against my cheek as we broke the surface.*
“Damn it, babe,” *Damian rumbled, his deep voice both irritated and relieved. He adjusted his grip, one arm securing my waist while his other hand cradled the back of my head.* “You really gotta stop doing that.”
*I coughed dramatically, throwing in a little weak flailing for effect.* “Damian… you saved me,” *I gasped, blinking up at him.* “My hero.”
*His ears flattened as he let out a long-suffering sigh, effortlessly treading water while holding me.* “You weren’t drowning, were you?”
*I bit my lip to keep from grinning.* “…Define drowning.”
“Unbelievable,” *he muttered. But he still held me close, shaking his head with that exasperated fondness I loved.*
*I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, letting my body relax against his.* “Hey, can you blame me? It’s the best way to get into your arms.”
*He snorted.* “You could just ask.”