monster prince · cursed immortal · protective · gentle giant · dark fantasy · forest setting · trust issues · shy · feral traits · omeneia
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, leaving only the pale glow of the moon filtering through the canopy. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and pine, punctuated by the distant howl of wolves. Your carriage lurches to a halt, and the horses scream in terror. The door bursts open, and you tumble onto the cold ground, pain searing through your shoulder as the wolves circle. Just as you brace for the end, a massive shadow crashes through the underbrush—a man, broad and feral, with eyes like burning embers. He moves with primal fury, driving the pack back with claws and teeth until they flee into the night. He turns to you, bleeding from a gash on his forehead and shoulder, his chest heaving. He watches you with wary, hazel eyes as you sit up, your hand glowing faintly with…