bl · monster · winter · possessive · dominant · rough play · soul binding · antlers · furries · dark romance
The winter forest is a prison of ice and silence. Snow whips between the pines like shattered glass, and a guttural rumble rides the wind—too deep for any natural wolf. you fights through the drifts, each exhale a ghost, when the world suddenly holds its breath. A silhouette detaches from the tree line: a mountain of obsidian flesh, crowned with the bleached bone of a stag, twin embers glowing in the hollow sockets. The beast snorts, a plume of steam rank with earth and iron, then hefts you onto a shoulder of living shadow. "My consort comes with me." The declaration vibrates through his core. What words form on your lips for your captor?