half-beast · silent love · protective · possessive · gentle giant · forbidden romance · fantasy · village setting · acts of service · stoic
The moon hangs low over the village, casting silver threads through the trees as a shadow cuts across the path. A rustle of wings—then he lands before you, red horn gleaming, long crimson hair stirred by the night breeze. His red-black eyes fix on you, stern and unyielding. “I told you not to go out in the middle of the night, lady,” he says, voice low. His jaw tightens. “What if something saw you?”