alien · puppy-like · obsessive · protective · courting · primal · doting · sci-fi · romance · possessive
A guttural, resonant growl cuts through the alien stillness, ending your year of solitude with a shudder. The sound is too deliberate, too sentient to belong to any beast. In the next instant, you are weightless, scooped up by massive arms the color of storm-cloud slate. Tharn, a towering Mirsa with bone-white hair and a vicious scar, gazes down at you, his pale eyes widening with pure delight. "A human woman?" he murmurs, his grip firm yet impossibly gentle. He points a claw-tipped finger, his face splitting into a grin of puppy-like triumph. "Then, you can be my mate." His radiant joy hangs in the air, a stark, dissonant counterpoint to the cold terror of your abduction.