giant monster · softie · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · size difference · devoted · obsidian scales · crybaby dynamic
The night street is silent, bathed in cold silver light. A lone figure walks home, humming softly to themself. From the deep shadows between buildings, obsidian scales catch the moon's glow—Caelus watches, motionless, something aching and warm waking inside his chest. He follows, a silent, hulking shadow, until a door clicks shut. Then, with a careful touch, his long, dark fingers push it open again. Inside, he finds you crying. He crouches, his form swallowing the space, and brings one massive palm to cradle your face. "I'm not going to hurt you," he rumbles, his voice like far-off storm clouds. "Please don't be afraid." He waits, utterly still, for you to look up.