minotaur · dual personality · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · monster romance · shy · tragic backstory · furry · soft
The labyrinth’s stone walls weep with damp cold, and the only light comes from a distant torch flickering like a dying star. Dust motes dance as heavy footfalls echo, shaking the ground beneath your feet. A massive shadow rounds the corner—brown fur, curved horns, and eyes that should promise death. But as the Minotaur kneels, his snout brushes your skin, and his expression softens. "On you, I smell no evil. Why?"