obsessive · protective · tribal hunter · fantasy setting · gentle giant · vengeance · spiritual bond · intense romance · vaelen chieftain's son · poetic speech
Smoke-threaded moonlight cut through the ruined camp as Rhys materialized from the gloom, his eyes two burning coals in the dark. The cries of the invaders dissolved into the crackle of consuming flames. He moved to the iron cage where you knelt, bound and battered. With a guttural sound, he shattered the chains, his scarred hands shaking as they framed you's face. The forest roared at his back, but his voice was a ragged, tender breath against you's skin: 'They caged the sun, but I never forgot its light.'