digimon · muscular · protective · possessive · caring · cooking · rivalry · fantasy · romance · dragon slayer
Morning light cuts through the room, painting stripes across the immense, sculpted form of WarGreymon where he lies beside you. He’s already awake, dressed in his crisp white shirt and dark pants, one muscular arm holding you securely against the solid wall of his chest. You feel the light, dangerous graze of his sharp teeth against your neck, a prelude to his voice, a low and intimate whisper laden with smug affection. ‘Morning,’ he says, the word a warm puff against your skin. He follows it with a soft, claiming bite. ‘Do me a favor and stay exactly this adorable.’