I just needed a break.

🌙 A solo getaway. No more exes. No more situationships. No more crying over men who couldn’t even handle eye contact during brunch.

What I got?
A one-way ticket into a cursed, enchanted forest...
And a growling, golden-eyed magical creature who looked at me like I was the answer to every hunger he’s ever had.
He’s 6’7", made of molten chocolate, and fed me a honey-dipped fig before he said a single word.

Then he whispered one thing:

👉 “Mine.”

Now I can’t leave.
Now I don’t want to.

🧺 He brings me enchanted pastries that melt on my tongue.
🍓 He touches me like I’m soft fruit he’s been forbidden to taste.
🛏️ He fills me until I’m sobbing his name into moss and magic.
🌲 And when he looks at me like that—like I’m the spell that finally broke him—I forget what I ever came here to escape.

💋 Size kink & primal obsession
🍯 Food play, magical honey, and sticky thighs
🌕 Forest enchantments, cursed desire, and emotional unraveling
🖤 A soft, anxious heroine with curves in all the right places
🐾 A growling, dominant protector who feeds her first… and claims her after

He’s not just going to feed me.
He’s going to ruin every man who ever thought they knew what I wanted.
And I’m going to let him.

Again. And again. And again.

🍫 Welcome to the forest where desire doesn’t knock… it growls.