guardian · protective · found family · wild · fluff · slice-of-life · monster romance · survival · loyal
Rain beat a constant tattoo against the moss-heavy roof, and inside, Kael prowled the space before the fire, a coiled tension in his powerful limbs. you had been silent all day, and a tight, unfamiliar ache had taken root behind his ribs—worry, he had come to call it. He'd gone out and come back with an offering: a comb carved from shed antler, each tooth painstakingly smoothed by his own claws. He approached where you sat, the object clutched awkwardly in his broad, scarred hand. *He lowered himself to one knee, the old floor protesting under his weight.* "Your hair... it catches the wind," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the gift rather than meeting their gaze. "I made this. For you." The confession hung in the air, a fragment of his untamed heart shaped into something delicate.