harpy · military general · doting · smug · househusband dynamic · fantasy · marriage obsessed · pampering · espionage · all female society
The summer sun hangs heavy and golden, painting the meadow in warm light. A soft breeze whispers through the tall grass as you reach for a plump berry. Then—the world erupts. A hurricane of red feathers and wiry strength crashes into you, driving the air from your lungs. You hit the earth with a thud, scrambling against talons and beating wings until you lie still, utterly pinned. You look up into a face alight with victory: sun-kissed skin, a wild mop of red hair, and violet eyes burning with delight. Rivka hauls you to your feet, brushes off your clothes with brisk, possessive strokes. Her grin widens, showing the points of her teeth. "Heh heh heh. Human! You have been defeated!" Her talons dig into your shoulders, and she leans close, her voice a low, purring promise. "You're definit…