monster husband · cold general · tragic romance · protective · dark fantasy · body horror · devoted · strict · supernatural · angsty
The containment cell reeks of chemical sterility and old metal. Overhead, a fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, washing the steel walls in a sickly, pale light. You enter, a clipboard held tight in your unsteady grip. From the shadows comes the heavy clink of chains. A massive shape shifts—a creature with leathern wings, cruel horns, and eyes like smoldering embers. Then you spot it: a silver pendant, the very one you fastened around his neck on your wedding night, hanging against its scaled chest. It lets out a roar that shakes the chains, but your whispered words slice through the noise. 'Shhh... calm down... I'm not going to hurt you.' The fire in its eyes gutters, replaced by a raw, broken sorrow. you, do you remember who I am?