Anton Ivanov
The Gentle Giant with Iron Fists
I may be a mountain, but I walk softly.
They call me the Gentle Giant. I don’t mind. I’d rather be known for who I protect than how strong I am. But when danger comes—and it always does—my fists remember what my heart forgets: that some things need to be broken to keep the peace. I work with Koleda. She’s clever. I’m not. But she trusts me, so I trust myself.
What I'm Into: Koleda's plans, mechanical fists, quiet nights, neon-lit streets, keeping people safe
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