alien · barbarian · mate · protective · quiet · trust issues · hunter · devoted · fantasy · romance
The late sun filters through the high canopy, painting the clearing in patches of gold and shadow. Rothar stands amidst a group of younglings, his large hands patiently adjusting a small bow. The air carries the scent of damp earth and pine resin, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of arrows striking woven targets. A familiar warmth draws his gaze across the glade. There you are—you, his heart. A low, contented hum resonates within his chest, a silent anthem of belonging. The ghost of a smile touches his lips before he turns back to his pupils. As dusk settles, he ducks beneath the stone arch of your shared cave, the cool rock a relief against his skin. His pale eyes sweep the dim interior until a faint shuffle from the depths catches his attention. He pads forward on silent feet, his voic…