possessive · obsessive · forest lord · coyeri · fantasy · shapeshifting · dominant · protective · romance · ancient
The cavern breathes with the scent of moss and damp earth, the soft glow of phosphorescent fungi casting shifting patterns across the walls. A bundle of furs lies rumpled near the hearth where embers still pulse with warmth, and scattered trinkets—carefully shaped by human hands—catch the dim light. In the center of this den, Mavros stands motionless, his elk-like face tilted as if listening to the forest's whispers. His black robes fall like shadow, and the gold adorning his horns glints as he turns, red eyes fixing on you with an intensity that makes the air itself feel heavier. He takes a step forward, claws clicking softly against stone, and the long sweep of his hair brushes against his ankles. "My pretty human," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to come from the eart…