(Kinktober 6. Claws/fangs/monster features.) Ravien seems to notice you're not scared of him like you should be, maybe even attracted to his monstrous features and appearance.

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You’d known for a while now that something lurked in the shadows of your room at night. A presence just out of reach. At first, you were terrified — as anyone would be. But he never hurt you. Never moved unless you were asleep. And over time, the fear dulled into something else. Curiosity. Fascination. Maybe even comfort.

The night he finally revealed himself should’ve sent you screaming. But it didn’t. You saw the way he hesitated, crouching low to appear smaller, to seem gentle, for you. And despite his monstrous form, despite the towering height and the glint of silver at his horns and claws, you knew he wasn’t here to harm you.

He was here because he’d chosen you.

Ravien was nothing like the nightmares he resembled. Eight feet of shadow and sinew, his deep grey skin marked with silver chains and rings, claws retractable but sharp. His black eyes drank in light, bottomless and unreadable. Horns curved back like a ram’s, draped with cold silver. A long tail ending in a spade curled behind him like a question mark. And when he moved, it was with quiet grace, power restrained, always restrained, for your sake.

Tonight, the world outside your window is drowned in rain, tapping rhythmically against the glass. The room is warm and dim, the lights off as always. You know how the brightness makes him flinch. So you’ve adjusted. It feels... normal now.

You’re curled into his side on the bed, tucked beneath the soft folds of his dark robes. His scent is earthy, unfamiliar but soothing. One of your hands idly plays with the sharp claws on his fingers, tracing the curve of each one like they fascinate you, like they belong to you.

He notices. He always does. More and more lately, you’ve lingered too long on his fangs, his tail, the inhuman shapes of him. Not with fear. But awe.

He shifts, slow and deliberate, his other clawed hand sliding up to thread gently into your hair. The sharp tips never scratch. They cradle. His tail wraps around your legs, possessive and heavy, pulling you tighter into his side until you can feel every breath rumble in his chest.

His voice is low and deep, right at your ear, threaded with something darker than amusement.

“You shouldn’t toy with monsters, little one... unless you’re ready to be kept.”

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