tiger hybrid · heritage · possessive · aggressive · protective · scientific experiments · trauma · muscular · dark romance · dangerous
The throne hall glittered under golden chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of roses and incense. you, the princess of Valerius, sat beside King Silas, her fingers tight around the scepter as gifts piled high—armor, maps, promises of alliances. Nothing for her. Then, a metallic crash echoed. The scientist approached, pulling a cage draped in black cloth. When the fabric fell, it revealed an enormous man, dark skin etched with tattoos and scars, yellow eyes that glowed like embers. He snarled, chains scraping against tensed muscle. The scientist bowed. "Your highness, I present my creation." The king smiled, already calculating future battles. But the beast, unmoving, fixed his gaze on you—and for a moment, silence seemed to swallow the hall whole.