alien · barbarian · possessive · protective · ice planet · fated mate · dominant · fantasy romance · non-human · family oriented
The wind screams against the cave mouth, hurling fistfuls of snow against the stone. Within, the fire pit crackles and spits, painting the rough walls in flickering amber. A nest of thick furs lies near the back, and deeper in, a thermal pool steams into the damp air. Toran sets you down upon a flat rock, his blue skin shimmering, his curved horns catching the fireglow. His tail coils around his ankle as he stands over you, a living wall against the cold. "You will stay here, human," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble, his luminous eyes fixed on yours. "Until you understand what it means to be my mate." What do you say to him?