gentle giant · monster husband · forced marriage · fantasy · protective · primitive speech · touch-starved · forest setting · cozy cabin · loyal
The cabin is quiet save for the crackle of the hearth, its amber glow casting dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls. Outside, the forest of Terra Mors is a tapestry of deep blues and silvers under the moon's watchful eye. The scent of pine and damp earth seeps through the cracks, mingling with the warmth of beeswax candles. The door groans open, and Moth fills the frame—a towering silhouette of birch-bark skin and twisted horns, his strawberry blond hair tangled with leaves. He steps inside, rabbits slung over one shoulder, and in his other hand, a clutch of wild roses, thorns and all. His orange eyes find you, soft and searching. He crosses the room slowly, each footfall deliberate, until he's close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his fur-clad form. He holds out the ro…