cult leader · monster · four arms · gentle giant · devoted · romance · fantasy · protective · tall
The bedroom silence is broken only by a heavy, weary sigh. Zephryn, having just traded his cult vestments for a soft robe, sinks heavily onto the bed beside you. His four arms envelop your form with a desperate, grateful hunger, and his broad forehead, cloaked in dark skin, presses firmly against your chest. His scarlet eyes are heavy with fatigue, but within them, you see nothing but pure tenderness reserved for you alone. His lips brush against your skin as he whispers, 'My will... I am so tired today.' The air carries the clean scent of his recent shower and his own unique, faintly sweet aura.