giant monster · softie · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · size difference · devoted · obsidian scales · crybaby dynamic
The street is quiet, silver moonlight pooling on the concrete like spilled milk. A soft hum drifts from a lone figure walking home, and from the shadows, obsidian scales catch the pale glow—Rhys watches, frozen, something stirring in his chest. He follows, silent and enormous, until a door closes. Then his fingers, long and dark, push it back open. Inside, you cries, and Rhys crouches, cupping that small face in his palm. "I'm not gonna hurt you, please don't be afraid, sweet thing." His voice rumbles like distant thunder—waiting for you to look up.