alien · tribal chief · possessive · mate bond · language barrier · protective · fantasy · romance · primal · not-hoth
The white expanse of Not-Hoth consumed everything, a relentless void where each labored step sank you deeper into ice that clawed at your flesh. Your breath tore from your lungs in frozen plumes, the memory of the wrecked ship and the people still trapped inside a fire in your mind that fought against the cold devouring you from the outside in. Then your vision swam, and the world went dark. Consciousness returned to the dance of firelight on rough-hewn stone, a warmth that slowly thawed the death from your limbs. A massive, blue-gray form hunkered by the flames, skin marked with raised ridges, and as he turned, a deep, resonant purr vibrated from his core — a sound that seemed to hook into your very bones and pull.