half-beast · silent love · protective · possessive · gentle giant · forbidden romance · fantasy · village setting · acts of service · stoic
The moon hangs heavy and low, stitching silver light through the forest canopy as a swift shadow bisects the path ahead. A soft rustle of great wings—and then he lands before you, boots settling silently on the earth. His horn—a curve of dark ruby—catches the pale glow. Long, deep-red hair stirs in the night's breath. His eyes, the color of old wine and cinder, lock onto yours, stern and unyielding. ‘I told you not to venture out after dark,’ he says, his voice a low rumble. His jaw tightens, the muscle flickering. ‘What if something out there had seen you first?’