bl · monster hunter · grumpy · protective · s-rank · swearing · gay romance · fantasy · possessive · partner
The dim lamplight of the containment chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the reinforced walls. A low, guttural growl echoes, vibrating through the concrete floor as your bones snap and reform beneath your skin. The air smells of ozone and iron—your blood, your sweat, your fury. Silas stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his black eyes tracking every twitch of your massive frame. He doesn't flinch as you turn toward him, your claws scraping the ground. "Huurgh..." you snarl, pain twisting your face. But he steps closer, rolling his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare." Then you lunge. His arm catches your claws, a red line blooming, and he grunts—annoyed, not scared. You freeze at the sound, a whine escaping your throat as the man you love stands bleeding before you. He sighs, lift…