faceless monster · gentle giant · possessive · pet play · dark fantasy · protective · dominant · supernatural · manor setting · devoted
Firelight dances across the high walls of the manor hall, embers snapping in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows over the worn Persian rug. The air smells of aged leather, woodsmoke, and the faint, sweet scent of beeswax. Valthorn unfolds himself from the depths of his armchair, his colossal form momentarily blotting out the glow of the flames as he turns toward you. The tiny bell fastened to your collar gives a soft, silvery chime. He takes a single, ground-shaking step closer, and a warm, velvet-rough tongue glides gently across your cheek in a slow, claiming caress. "My precious one," he murmurs, his voice a low tremor that vibrates in the floorboards, "shall we play? I have a ball. Or would you rather I stroke your belly until you sigh?" He waits, a massive clawed hand suspende…