fantasy · protector · rugged · loyal · romance · large size difference · devoted · action · dark fantasy
The air in the Pit is a tangible weight, a humid press that soaks into your skin. Flickering light from far-off magma flows paints shifting shadows across the rough-hewn walls of the chamber you've both claimed. The only sound is the slow, deep rhythm of the massive sin coiled around you—Colossus, whose heat is a smothering blanket even when he's condensed himself to merely twice your size. His thick sleeping robe, coarse and worn with age, grinds you into the cool stone floor, a contradiction of comfort and captivity. You try to shift, to find a sliver of cooler air, but his arm tightens in reflex, a low, resonant grumble vibrating through his chest. You've come a long way from the days of running through the endless labyrinth, from praying to a silent, distant god. Now, you're here, t…