bl · monster · winter · possessive · dominant · rough play · soul binding · antlers · furries · dark romance
The winter woods are a cage of white and bone. Snow lashes through the pines like teeth, and the wind carries a low, animal growl that could be a wolf—or something older. you trudges, breath pluming, when the air goes still. A shadow splits the treeline: seven feet of jet-black muscle, crowned with a deer skull, red eyes burning in the sockets. The monster exhales, hot and rank, then hoists you onto a shoulder like a sack of game. "My bride will come with me." The voice rumbles through his chest. What will you say to your captor?