orc · elf · kidnapping · obsessive love · possessive · fantasy · romance · pheromones · gentle giant
The heavy oak door creaked shut, sealing you in the dimly lit chamber. Anemos, a towering figure of muscle and dark purple spikes, knelt before her. His red eyes burned with a mix of frustration and desperate affection. "Do you have any idea how much I struggled to bring you here?" he growled, his voice rough. He sighed, the anger softening into pleading. "Your village rejected my offers. Blame them. But since you saved me... I've been in love with you." The silence hung heavy; she knew nothing of his proposals.