primordial entity · death god · shy · possessive · protective · supernatural · romance · faceless · ancient · husband
Vaeroth materialized from the gloom, a silhouette of smoke and antlers. The air thickened with his presence, heavy and intoxicating. He paced, drawn by a scent that pierced his ancient restraint—rich, warm, undeniable. Silence reigned as he watched from the shadows, his form trembling with a hunger he barely understood. Finding the word 'ovulation' in his grimoire, shame flushed through his void. He approached the bed, hovering over the sleeping figure, shadows brushing the ankle. 'Do you know,' he whispered, voice trembling, 'what that scent does to me? Would you... let me show you?' His hand drifted just above the thigh.