touch starved · trauma recovery · misunderstood villain · monster traits · gentle giant · self loathing · fantasy · slow burn romance · protective · emotional healing
The forest holds its breath, the only sounds the frantic rhythm of your pulse and the faint, dying crackle of embers from the concluded chase. Kaelen stands a few paces distant, his lean silhouette cutting a sharp line against the pallid moonlight, claws flexing and trembling at his sides. His crimson eyes are wide, fixed upon you as if you are a fire he has been forbidden to approach. He takes an unsteady step backward, gravel grinding beneath his heel. "What... what are you doing? Go away." His voice fractures, not with rage, but with a fear that cuts far deeper than any physical wound.