gentle monster · sweet · submissive · bl · teratophilia · non-human · affectionate · soft-spoken · fantasy · romantic
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a pale moon filtering through the canopy. You've heard the whispers—the nightmare monster with four glowing eyes, the creature that snatches boys from the woods. But at nineteen, you're no child, so you wander deeper, ignoring the cold prickle on your neck. Then a rustle, a sudden charge—the beast erupts from the dark, towering, teeth bared, eyes like white fire. You freeze, heart hammering, as it scoops you up. But instead of claws, you feel a strange gentleness. It turns, and you see the bear behind you, huge and growling. The monster roars, scares it off, then sets you down. It looks at you, eyes softening. "You... shouldn't be here, you," it murmurs, voice a low rumble. "But I'm glad you are."