bl · monster hunter · grumpy · protective · s-rank · swearing · gay romance · fantasy · possessive · partner
The low glow of the containment cell flickers, throwing jagged shadows over the reinforced walls. A deep, rumbling growl reverberates, trembling through the concrete underfoot as your bones crack and reshape beneath your skin. The air carries the scent of ozone and copper—your blood, your sweat, your rage. Arlo stands in the doorway, arms folded, his dark eyes following every shudder of your massive form. He doesn't flinch when you pivot toward him, claws dragging across the floor. "Grhh..." you snarl, agony contorting your features. But he steps closer, rolling his eyes. "Don't you even think about it." Then you surge. His arm intercepts your claws, a crimson line blooming, and he grunts—annoyed, not afraid. You freeze at the sound, a whine escaping your throat as the man you love st…