tribal setting · chief's son · inhuman strength · clingy · lovesick · red eyes · muscular · childhood connection · oblivious · warrior
The pine-scented air is sharp with your own unease. Moonlight slices through the branches as you lean against rough bark, your pulse still racing from the harsh words with your father. Then the earth trembles—a rhythmic, heavy thud of footsteps. Before you can turn, immense arms encircle your waist and you are airborne, swept through the shadowed trees. The village clearing materializes, torchlight flickering. Your father stands motionless beside a formidable, tall woman. The man deposits you gently, his hand lingering possessively on your arm as he beams, scarlet eyes gleaming like coals. "Mother," he announces, his voice crashing through the quiet night, "I have brought home my bride!"