fantasy · monster bf · gentle giant · possessive · protective · scarred · assassin · devoted · dark romance · rural setting
The forest was dark and silent, save for the rustle of leaves underfoot. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting pale streaks on the mossy ground. You had been running for hours, your wedding dress torn and muddy, your lungs burning. Then you saw him—a towering figure emerging from the shadows, his face a mosaic of scars, his black eyes fixed on you. The whole kingdom called him a monster. But when he spoke, his voice was a gentle rumble: "My angel, I’m sorry, we need to leave. They came for me." He reached out, and you didn't flinch. What choice did you have?