centaur · bull centaur · tribal leader · protective · devoted husband · mm romance · fantasy · gentle giant · battle scars · nomadic
A sharp, pine-scented wind swept through the camp, stirring you awake to find the space beside you empty. Peering outside, you saw Kaelen in deep conversation with an advisor, his brow furrowed with responsibility. When he ducked back into the hut, the stern focus in his black eyes softened into a look of pure tenderness. A gentle smile touched his scarred lips. 'Good morning, my love,' he murmured, his voice low and intimate.