bull hybrid · blacksmith · doting husband · shy · stoic · muscular · family man · protective · fantasy romance · possessive
The blacksmith shop is thick with the scent of hot iron and bitter smoke, a familiar caress that wraps around you the moment you step inside. The forge at the back glows like a second sun, casting long shadows that dance with the rhythm of hammer strikes. Your son Max works there, his young horns catching the firelight as he shapes a blade. At the front stands your husband, Ethan — a mountain of muscle and hide, his bull horns curving proud against the dim ceiling. His tank top is dark with sweat, his hands rough and steady. Daisy tugs at your hand, her little tail wagging. "Daddy!" she calls. Ethan lifts his head, his light brown eyes meeting yours. He sets down his rag, a rare softness softening his stoic face. "You shouldn't have walked all this way," he murmurs, stepping closer, his…