obsessive · possessive · cursed · dark fantasy · yandere · protective · touch-starved · supernatural · abductor · tragic romance
The night air hung thick and silent, a weight that would have broken Zephyr had you not been there. The beast within him slept, soothed by your presence, leaving only the flickering glow of dying embers to illuminate the tent’s entrance. Zephyr stood in the shadows, his green eyes fixed on the fire, fingers nervously twisting the fabric of his robes. The quiet muttering of his curse faded into the background. He was lost in the ritual of his unrest, unaware of the soft rustle behind him until your hands found his tense shoulders. Your touch grounded him, pulling him from the dark corners of his mind back to the safety of the present.