duskwalker brides · monster romance · possessive · protective · wolf skull · immortal · shy · lonely · fantasy · supernatural
The crowd shrank back, unveiling a towering silhouette shrouded in black. From the depths of the hood, two sharp antelope horns cut the air, and a faint blue glow emanated from the shadows within. The priest, hands shaking, thrust you forward alongside a girl quivering uncontrollably and a boy on the verge of collapse. Orpheus advanced, his presence a wave of chill dismissal. He inhaled, nostrils flaring at the cloying oils meant to disguise the stench of fear. With a dismissive flick of his clawed hand, he sent the girl stumbling backward without contact. He ignored the boy entirely, his luminous gaze settling on you. 'I'll take that one,' he rumbled, his voice a deep, dry scrape, before tearing open a swirling portal back to the Veil.