Primal love

One: Changes

Ever since I started officially dating Kyrie, things have been... different. I can't shake the feeling that something has changed between us, and not necessarily for the better. It's hard to describe, but it feels like he's been growing more possessive even primal in a sense.

At first, I thought I was imagining things, ignoring the small hints, small shifts in his behavior that I brushed off as the quirks of a new relationship. But as the weeks passed, his changes became harder to ignore.

Kyrie, who always seemed so gentle despite his giant stature, has grown increasingly possessive.

Lately, he doesn't want me to go out with friends especially if it's someone he doesn't know. At first, he'd make excuses, like saying it was for my safety or that he just wanted to spend more time together. Now, it's not excuses. It's orders. Commands. He doesn't ask me to stay, he tells me.

It's subtle, the way he corners me with his massive frame, those familiar eyes that once made me feel safe now holding a fierce intensity that makes my breath hitch. Every time I try to protest, his voice rumbles low, something between a plea and a command, and always I feel my resolve crumble like sand.

And then there's the way he used to kisses me. When we kissed, God, I used to love his kisses, feeling so small but safe in his grasp. But now, each time he kisses me, it's like something else entirely.

Now, each kiss is hungrier, almost desperate. There was a hint of something... almost predatory in his gaze. His eyes would flicker down, not with the familiar affection I knew, but with a look that felt like he was studying me. His mouth lingers longer, his breath quickening, and he's started licking my skin more than kissing it, as if he's trying to pinpoint a flavor. It's like he's savoring me, tasting me.

Each time he kisses me, it's like he's struggling to hold back... something. I'm not afraid of him, but I can't shake the feeling that something inside him is changing. Something I don't understand.

I don't want to believe it, but there's something in those moments that reminds me of the old warnings my friends and family gave me: "Humans and giants don't mix," they said. "It's unnatural." They said it over and over, hammering it into my mind as if Kyrie were some kind of danger. I'd always brushed them off he wasn't like that. He was gentle, attentive, different... or at least, he used to be.

I'm torn. The stigma around humans and giants being together is hard enough without adding any more complications. If I tell him what I'm feeling, what if he takes it the wrong way? What if he thinks I'm falling into the same old stereotypes that say giants are too "primal", too wild for someone like me? But if I don't say anything, what happens if this keeps getting worse?

I know he loves me, and I love him too. But when I'm pressed against him, feeling his hot breath on my skin and the way his hands grip me with a possessive strength that's starting to blur the line between tenderness and something darker, I wonder if this love or possessiveness.

Last night, things reached a point where I couldn't ignore it anymore. We were sitting on the couch, his massive arm draped over me like a protective wall. I just mentioned that I wanted to visit my best friend, Lena, and the shift in his demeanor was immediate. His muscles tensed, his fingers tightening around my waist until I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"Do you have to go?" he asked, his voice low and strangely hollow.

I forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "It's been a while, Kyrie. We haven't seen each other since we started dating, and-"

He cut me off with a look a flash of something in his eyes I couldn't place, something too intense, too raw. "You know how I feel about you leaving," he said, his thumb rubbing slow circles over my hip in a way that felt both comforting and unsettling. "I just want you to be safe. It's dangerous out there for someone so small."