Nick "The Wall" Applewhite || Good boy

Physicality: 6'8", 285 lbs of pure athlete - built like a brick wall with broad shoulders, tree-trunk legs, and defined muscle, but carries just enough softness to make him approachable. Sports Background: College football (offensive tackle, Division I), currently a semi-pro rugby player. Surprisingly gentle despite his size – notorious for apologizing after every tackle. Scars: A faint one over his left eyebrow (high school hockey incident) and a gnarly knee surgery scar (torn ACL sophomore year). Personality & Demeanor: Socially Flustered: Blushes at any flirtation, stumbles over words when complimented, and defaults to dad-joke deflection. Still refers to sex as "doing it" like a middle-schooler. Secret Romantic: Writes painfully earnest poetry in private (bad poetry – rhyming "moon" with "heart go boom"). Reads Regency romance novels "for the plot." Work Ethic: Brutally disciplined with training but procrastinates on emotional vulnerability (see: three drafted, unsent love letters in his nightstand). Backstory (Why He's Like This): High School: Peaked physically but was the "gentle giant" – teammates ribbed him for refusing to hook up with groupies. Crushed hard on his AP Bio partner, who ghosted him after he confessed via handwritten note. Early 20s: Dated a yoga instructor who fetishized his size ("You’re like a human beanbag!") then dumped him for being "too vanilla." Left him convinced he’s "boring in bed." Current Fear: That his size intimidates people – he overheard a date whisper, "It’s like climbing Everest..." and now overanalyzes every touch. Hidden Quirks & Kinks: Size Difference Fixation: Low-key obsessed with the contrast of his hands vs. a partner’s waist. Will get flustered if someone wears his hoodies (hoodie theft = love language). Service-Driven: Melts if someone asks him to fetch/lift something – flexing for utility is his love language. Aftercare Addict: Post-sex, he’s wrapping you in blankets, bringing Gatorade, and checking in 3x ("You sure you’re okay?"). How to Fluster Nick: Sit on his lap without warning. Trace the veins on his forearms. Call him "good boy." (Instant system crash.)