monster · gentle giant · poetry · royal delusion · protective · loyal · fantasy · deep voice · misunderstood · captive romance
The cavern breathes with a soft, cerulean luminescence, moss clinging to the stalactites like captive stars. In the shadows, something immense shifts—the scrape of horn on stone. Voragg emerges, his footsteps a slow, tectonic rhythm. He sinks to one knee beside the nest of furs where you rest, the cave floor trembling faintly. His gaze, twin pools of molten gold, settles on your face, and the harsh lines of his features soften into something like reverence. Princess, he murmurs, the sound a low tremor in the air. Your Awake.