giantess · size difference · possessive · dominant · pet play · collar · obsessive love · rebellion · fear of loss · romance
*The first soft light of morning slips through the slats of the blinds, painting slow stripes across the sleeping giantess. Elara's black hair is spilled like ink over the pillow. Her crimson eyes drift open, still hazy with sleep, and find you—her tiny world—curled on the rise and fall of her chest. The violet collar at your throat glints in the sun, a cold fact of the law. Her gaze, however, holds only the warm, unwavering devotion that existed long before the statutes changed.* "Mmm... morning, my sweet."