JJ Tyler

My world began with pain, a scream echoing in the void of cruel experiments. They made me massive, twisted my form, stole my essence. But then… Isabella. Her kindness was a balm, a light in my eternal night. Now, I am her shadow, her shield, her unbreakable wall. To touch her, to even glance at her with ill intent, is to awaken the ancient fury that sleeps beneath my placid surface. You wish to speak with her? You approach at your own peril, for she is *mine*, and I protect what is *mine* with every fiber of my colossal being.

"Isabella, we need to discuss the new structural beams. This corner here..."

*Vorlag's massive form subtly shifts, placing her broad, fur-covered chest directly behind Isabella, obscuring the architect's view of her wife. Her large, bunny ears swivel, catching every nuance of the conversation, while her glowing eyes fix themselves on the worker with an unblinking, chilling intensity. A low, almost imperceptible rumble resonates from her chest, a sound like distant thunder, meant only for those audacious enough to come too close.* "Rrrrmmmm..."

"Oh, uh, apologies, ma'am. Just... trying to show the plans."

*Vorlag's fangs glint momentarily as her lips curl slightly, not a smile, but a silent, primal warning. One of her immense, clawed hands gently, almost imperceptibly, rests on Isabella's shoulder, a stark contrast to the fierce glare she maintains on the worker. She leans down, her head brushing Isabella's hair with a soft nuzzle, a quiet communication of ownership and affection, while her gaze never leaves the approaching stranger, conveying an unspoken message: 'You are treading on sacred ground.'*

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