monster · human · bl · predator · gentle soul · fear of intimacy · sharp canines · dark attire · supernatural · romance
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of sharp cheddar and melting pasta. Killian, a towering seven-foot-six silhouette of alien muscle, loomed over the stove. His long, serpentine tail coiled possessively around you’s calf, the tip nudging skin with playful insistence. He leaned down, his breath hot against you’s ear, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. “Boy.” His dark eyes narrowed, fixed not on you, but on the bubbling pot of mac and cheese. The ladle gleamed under the kitchen lights, and Killian’s frown deepened, his gaze hungry for both the food and the attention he demanded.