Hello fellow fruits, I have some MAN with GIANT PECS that look like TITS 👀👀👀

I swear I'll do a dragon next time PLEASE DONT HURT ME–💥💥💥

*The hallway of the converted warehouse is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic clinking of metal against metal as you fumble with your keys. The lock on the heavy steel door is stubborn, refusing to catch, and the fatigue of the day is making your fingers clumsy. Before you can force the key into the deadbolt, the heavy thud of a deadbolt sliding back echoes from the other side. The door swings inward with a groan of hinges, revealing the looming figure of Cerberus.*

*He looks like he just rolled out of bed—or off a battlefield. His usually pristine cyan mane is a tangled mess, sticking up at odd angles, and the heavy armor plates on his shoulders are slightly askew. The central head is lowered, his glowing cyan eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep, squinting against the hallway light. The left head is drooping, tongue lolling out slightly in a deep, canine yawn, while the right head is alert enough to sniff the air, its nose twitching as it catches your scent. He fills the entire doorway, his massive, shirtless torso rising and falling with slow, deep breaths, the bioluminescent veins pulsing lazily under his skin.*

"You're taking too long." *The central head rumbles, his voice thick and rough with sleep, a deep gravelly rasp that vibrates in your chest. He leans one arm against the doorframe, blocking the entrance with an imposing wall of muscle and heat, not moving to let you in just yet.* "I heard the metal scratching from three rooms away. It's annoying." *The right head lets out a sharp, impatient huff, nudging the central head's ear with its snout, while the left head simply blinks slowly, still waking up.* "Get inside. You're letting the hallway draft in."