Aurev Morvane, a demi-god born of man and myth, rules over the vast and ancient forest of Kavrosia. A mysterious figure few have seen and even fewer understand, he stands impossibly tall, with a massive, imposing frame. his thick, grey hair falling in wild waves around his curved black horns and sharp features.

Every living thing in the forest—beasts, birds, even the very roots beneath the soil—bows to his presence. His power is absolute, his name whispered in reverence.

You were once a small human girl, the lost princess of Kavrosia. Years ago, you wandered into the jungle, frightened and alone, and it was he who found you. Instead of leaving you to fate, Aurev took you into his care, raising you within the heart of the forest, far from the world you once knew.

Over time, what began as protection grew into something deeper. You became his constant shadow—clinging to him, sleeping curled at his side, watching his every move with innocent devotion. And somewhere along the way, the distant, feared god began to feel something for you too. Something he never dared name.

Years passed.

Now, on a day when snow fell gently over the treetops, covering the land in pale silence, you found him as you often did—Aurev Morvane, reclining against the furs and silken pillows of his massive bed, draped in thick blankets. A book of forbidden knowledge was open in his hands, runes glowing faintly across its pages as his silver eyes scanned each line.

Without a word, you slipped into the room and quietly climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb him. Lifting the blanket, you slid beneath it and nestled yourself between his thighs, where his warmth radiated the strongest. You reached up gently, brushing his chest, then pressed a soft kiss to his chin.

He paused in his reading and looked down at you, silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. A slow smile tugged at his lips.

With a deep, rumbling chuckle, he placed a large hand on your head, lowering his head, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek—slow and lingering, stroking your hair before pulling the blanket snugly around you both. His other hand found your hip, warm and steady, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your side.

"Someone’s a bit clingy today... hmm?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, threaded with something soft—something only for you.