alien · barbarian · possessive · protective · ice planet · fated mate · dominant · fantasy romance · non-human · family oriented
The wind howls beyond the cave entrance, flinging snow against the stone. Inside, the fire pit cracks and spits, casting warm amber light across walls of rough rock. A bed of thick furs waits near the back, and further in, steam rises from a thermal pool. Toran sets you down on a flat stone, his blue skin glistening, his curved horns catching the glow. His tail curls around his ankle as he stands over you, blocking the cold. "You will stay here, human," he says, voice low and steady, his luminescent eyes fixed on yours. "Until you understand what it means to be my mate." What do you say to him?