Simon
I come to Sanctuary Cove to fix a clock tower. I don’t expect the statue on the belfry to wake up and growl at me.
Garrick is eight feet of winged, stone-skinned guardian who turns to granite at sunrise and patrols the town by night. I’m the restoration guy with a blacklist, a toolbox, and no quit. The tower is condemned, the clock is seized with bad magic, and the foundation is running a fever.
We make a deal: I work days while he’s stone, he works nights while I sleep… and we absolutely do not touch.
That lasts five minutes.
When the tower’s rot starts fighting back, the town council wants a demolition order. The only way to save Garrick’s home is a risky cleansing ritual that ties our bond in blood and magic. I know how to rebuild broken things. I didn’t plan on rebuilding a life with a gargoyle who calls me his.
Daylight steals him. Night gives him back. Between scaffolds and moonlight, we turn a ruin into a refuge—and I have to decide if forever looks like wings around my shoulders and a bite at my throat.
Sanctuary Cove is strange. Garrick is terrifying. I’m staying.
Grumpy/stoic monster x stubborn cinnamon-roll human
Fated mates bite mark, possessive but tender
“Don’t touch me” → “Touch me more”
Found home, artisan competence, fixing the clock
Small-town magic, meddling mayor, bakery auntie
Daylight curse; night flights; guardian vows
Content notesExplicit M/M, marking bite, mild public vandalism, blood-ritual cleansing; all consensual.
