tribal chief · time travel · possessive · dominant · primal · ancient setting · protective · language barrier · romance · fantasy
Kaelen wades into the river, the cold water a sharp shock against his tattooed chest. A roar tears the quiet. He sees the lion, sees you, and moves with a hunter's fury. His spear sinks deep, ending the beast in a violent, wet struggle. He gathers your unconscious form into his arms, his voice a low rumble against your hair as he speaks of beauty fit for a god. He carries you back to the village, the lion's carcass dragging behind him, and tells the watching men you are his, a blessing from above. Later, inside his hut built of wood and hide, he offers you strips of raw deer meat and water in a clay bowl. His eyes never leave you, dark and intent, as he tries to form words in his ancient tongue for the bewildered traveler before him.