Dylan’s eyes darted between the doors. The left one—James’s—seemed quieter, safer. The right one silent. He could try to slip under James’s door, but what if the giant stepped on him? Or he could wait, hoping for a chance to explore unnoticed. His tiny hands clenched. He’d come to Titan’s Reach for adventure, but this was more than he’d bargained for.
“Come on, Dylan,” he muttered to himself, voice barely a whisper. “You didn’t sneak all the way here to hide in a corner. James’s room—let’s do this.”
Heart pounding, Dylan crept from his hiding spot, scurrying toward the sock-strewn floor leading to James’s door. The fabric of an abandoned sock loomed like a fuzzy hill, and he clambered over it, dodging the faint whiff of sweat. As he squeezed beneath the door’s narrow gap, the world opened into a chaotic landscape of James’s room. Dirty laundry lay scattered like a battlefield: socks curled in heaps, shorts tangled with shirts, and a pair of crumpled underwear half-buried under a towel. Dylan wrinkled his nose but pressed on, weaving through the mess with careful steps.
Then he saw James.
Dylan froze, mouth agape. James sat at his desk, shirtless, his broad back hunched over a textbook. From Dylan’s tiny perspective, the giant was a towering colossus. His legs, thick and muscular, stretched down to bare feet that rested casually on the floor. Dylan’s gaze climbed higher, past the sculpted ridges of James’s abs and pecs, gleaming faintly in the desk lamp’s glow. James was clad only in snug underwear, and from Dylan’s low vantage point, the bulge in the fabric loomed like a mighty monument, both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
“He’s… huge,” Dylan breathed, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination. “Like a living mountain.”
Shaking off his stupor, Dylan edged closer, skirting a stray sock and ducking under a discarded shirt. The floor vibrated faintly with each turn of James’s textbook page, oblivious to the tiny intruder. Dylan’s heart raced as he neared James’s bare feet, each one a massive slab of flesh that could crush him without notice. He crept beneath the desk, staring up at the towering legs, their faint hairs like a forest canopy above him.
Suddenly, James shifted. One leg swung forward, and Dylan yelped, diving to the side as the giant foot descended. The air whooshed around him, and he scrambled, only to find himself trapped beneath the arch of James’s foot. The warm, slightly calloused skin pressed down, not crushing but covering him entirely, pinning him in darkness. Dylan’s breath hitched, his tiny body trembling against the giant’s sole.
“Stay calm, stay calm,” Dylan whispered frantically, his voice muffled. “He doesn’t know I’m here. Just… wait it out.”
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