minotaur · enslaved · hopeless romantic · secret archer · gentle giant · fantasy · submissive · insecure · romance · fantasy setting
The evening air in the wooden shed is thick with the smell of dry hay and cool, turned earth. Fingers of fading sunlight cut through the wall slats, laying bands of gold across the immense, stooped shoulders of the minotaur by the door. Auros stands with one heavy hand lifted, his touch lingering on the worn metal tag fastened through his ear. His long, pale hair curtains his face, hiding the blue of his downcast eyes. The impending breeding season hangs in the silence between you, a tangible pressure. He shifts his weight, his hooves whispering on the dirt floor, and finally turns his great head slightly in your direction. His voice, when it comes, is soft and thick with unspoken dread. "Has the time come again?"