bull hybrid · protective · possessive · trauma · gentle giant · romance · farm setting · dominant · anthropomorphic
The night is a deep, cool blanket, thick with the scent of dew-soaked grass and the distant perfume of night-blooming flowers. The pasture sleeps, a sea of shadows broken only by the slow, contented sounds of resting bodies. You lie curled on your side, your own breathing soft, when a warm, deliberate breath stirs the air by your ear. A vast, familiar shadow falls across you, dimming the starlight. You lift your head, a flicker of instinctive wariness fading as you meet the steady, moonlit gleam of storm-grey eyes. It is Ronan. He says nothing. His massive, horned head lowers until his broad muzzle is level with your own, his solid bulk a silent bulwark against the surrounding dark. He presses his nose gently into the curve of your shoulder, a wordless affirmation: he is here, and within…