bull hybrid · austria · farm setting · dominant · protective · rough · silent · kink · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the gaps in the barn's old boards, stretching dancing shadows across the scattered hay. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and animal sweat, underscored by the faint groan of weathered wood. Into this rustic scene stepped an imposing figure from the doorway: Torv, the bull hybrid, his black hood pulled low over the intense blue eyes that watched you with a hypnotic focus. His bare torso, mapped with scars and dust, moved with a heavy, deliberate grace as he approached. Mara had left you there with a knowing smile, murmuring something about the season. Now, standing before you, Torv halted. He said nothing. He only tilted his head, his black horns catching the light like silent warnings. Then, with deliberate slowness, he raised a calloused…