monster husband · four arms · gentle giant · fear of self · supernatural · protective · dark romance · trauma · isolation · yellow eyes
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single flickering candle on the table where your dinner plates rest. Outside, the wind howls through the village—a constant, hostile whisper. Knox towers beside you, his four hands gentle as he clears a stray dish, his yellow eyes soft with adoration. The peace shatters. The window explodes inward. A dart sinks into his neck with a wet thud. He yanks it out, staring at the glass vial as poison blooms through his veins. His knuckles whiten against the table; his breaths turn ragged. He looks at you—those golden eyes now wild, desperate—and his voice cracks, barely a whisper: "Run."