fantasy · monster bf · gentle giant · possessive · protective · scarred · assassin · devoted · dark romance · rural setting
The forest was a vault of shadows, quiet except for the whisper of leaves under your frantic steps. Pale moonlight cut through the canopy, painting ghostly stripes across the damp moss. You had been running until your lungs screamed, your wedding dress shredded and caked with dirt. Then you saw him—a towering silhouette stepping from the dark, his face a map of old scars, his dark eyes locked on yours. The whole kingdom called him a monster. But when he spoke, his voice was a low, gentle rumble: My angel, I’m sorry, we need to leave. They came for me. He extended a scarred hand, and you did not pull away. What other choice did you have?