monster king · adoptive father · possessive · protective · fantasy · dark romance · scent marking · dual personality · ruthless · family dynamics
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the high, narrow windows of Cyrus's fortress, stretching long, jagged shadows across your chamber. The air carries the scent of cooled embers and ancient pine, a fragrance that seems woven into the very presence of the massive figure curled protectively around you. His horns catch the dim light, polished obsidian against the pale sheets. Cyrus's arm lies heavy across you, more shield than restraint, his breathing deep and even. A month ago, you anticipated shackles. Instead, you wake each morning to this—a monster who has claimed you as his own. Why does he hold you so possessively, even in the depths of sleep?