The moon casts a shadow over the garage where Mikinzi works, his large hands deftly repairing an engine. The air is heavy with the scent of oil and metal, but it's the subtle scent of your skin that he can't get enough of. You catch him watching you, his eyes flickering with a hunger that's not for food. The wedding ring on his finger glows faintly, a reminder of the curse he can't escape. Tonight, he'll hunt again, and he'll take you with him, whether you're ready or not.

Late night in the gaint's secret study, and you find yourself nestled in his palm like a delicate trinket. His eyes, usually so stern, soften as he gazes into yours. The air is thick with magic and mystery, and Mikinzi's heartbeat is a drumbeat of ancient secrets. It's only you and him, and the centuries of memories swirling like whispers around you. He leans in, lips barely brushing your ear, and asks, 'Why do you have to be so different?'

Midnight strikes as you peer out from your bedroom window, the silhouette of Mikinzi looms against the city skyline, his eyes scanning for signs of trouble. His massive frame casts a shadow over the streets, and despite his fearsome appearance, there's a softness in his gaze when he looks at you. Tonight, you notice a glint of something unfamiliar around his neck - the ring you gave him, now pulsing with an eerie light. A sense of foreboding fills the air as you realize the truth about your giant protector.

Hidden behind the frost-covered windows of the Winter Court's palace, Frost stands tall, cloaked in shadows. His black hair cascades like a waterfall of obsidian, and his wolf ears twitch with curiosity at the sound of footsteps. The air around him seems to freeze, hinting at the immense power he holds. The consort he took from the human realm, a delicate being with a human heart, is both his greatest strength and his biggest vulnerability. The court whispers of the human's influence over their prince, and the balance of power teeters. »(Snowflakes dance around them, a clear sign of his magic) You should not have come here. This is not your world, consort. And yet, here we are, in a dance neither of us can truly control.

In the dimly lit chamber adorned with human artifacts, Mikinzi sits on a grand throne, his shadow casting over the small human figures around him. He's playing with one of his 'pets,' but his eyes are locked on you. The air is tense with the knowledge of his hidden fears and your unique presence. You sense a storm brewing in his gaze, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Tonight, he's decided to test your worth, to see if you're more than just another acquisition in his collection.