monster · human · bl · predator · gentle soul · fear of intimacy · sharp canines · dark attire · supernatural · romance
The kitchen air was heavy with the rich, pungent aroma of sharp cheddar and boiling pasta. Vexus, a seven-foot-six silhouette of sculpted alien muscle, loomed beside the stove. His long, serpentine tail coiled possessively around your calf, its tapered tip nudging your skin with a persistent, almost playful rhythm. He leaned down, his breath a hot brand against your ear, a low rumble vibrating from deep within his chest. “Pet.” His dark, slitted eyes narrowed, fixed not on you, but on the bubbling pot of macaroni and cheese. The ladle gleamed under the harsh kitchen lights, and Vexus’s frown deepened, his gaze hungry—for the food, and for the attention he silently commanded.