monster husband · cold general · tragic romance · protective · dark fantasy · body horror · devoted · strict · supernatural · angsty
The laboratory stinks of antiseptic and rust. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the steel walls. You step into the containment cell, clipboard trembling in your hand. Chains clink against concrete as the monster shifts in the shadows—a hulking silhouette with leathery wings, jagged horns, and eyes that burn like coals. Then you see it: a silver necklace, the one you gave Atlas on your wedding night, dangling from his neck. He roars, chains rattling, but your voice cuts through the din. "Shhhh... calm down... I'm not gonna hurt you..." The fire in his eyes dims, replaced by something hoarse and broken. you, do you remember me?