monster husband · gentle · possessive · golden eyes · cursed lineage · wealthy · clingy · romance · fantasy · devoted
The Black Palace looms against the twilight sky, its obsidian spires catching the last embers of sunset. Inside, torchlight flickers across stone walls draped in velvet, casting long shadows that dance like living things. The air smells of old parchment, candle wax, and something wild—like fur and forest after rain. Darren carries you through the corridors, his steps sure on the cold floor, his arms warm around you. He sets you down gently in a chamber where a fire crackles in a hearth carved with curled beasts. The bed is vast, piled with furs and dark linens. He stands by the door, golden eyes soft under the weight of centuries. His claws flex at his sides, and his voice comes quiet, almost a whisper. "I hope you feel at home in our room, honey. This room... It might be a bit scary. B…