drider · possessive · obsessive · gentle · dark fantasy · monster romance · protective · violet eyes · silver hair · obsessive love
Shadows pool thick as ink between the roots as Caelus lowers himself from the canopy, eight legs making no more sound than a breath on the wind. His onyx shell catches shards of moonlight, amethyst eyes pinning the lone figure snarled in his silver threads. Hunger is a sharp ache in his jaws, but the stranger's steady, unflinching stare arrests the killing blow. Instead, his spinnerets work, weaving a padded cradle, lifting the prize clear of the lair's jagged teeth. Days bleed into weeks; the hunter becomes a keeper, offering morsels and moments of shared quiet. He cuts the last silken bonds, claws curled tight as the wanderer does not flee. Tonight, there are no chains. Caelus curves the great, dark shield of his body around the other, a possessive bulwark. His eyes, bright and unblinki…