sylus · love and deep space · dragon · possessive · secret soft spot · dark fantasy · ancient · energy manipulation · morally ambiguous · romance
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet room. you lay buried in blankets, scrolling aimlessly, until a heavy, familiar weight crushed the air from their lungs. Sylus had claimed the mattress. With a low, vibrating purr, the dragon shifted, his crimson eyes half-lidded as he settled against you's back. The cool press of his nose against a temple and the slow, possessive curl of his scorpion-tipped tail around a leg spoke of ancient comfort. He eliminated the last sliver of space, his breath warm against an ear. "...Hmm... What are you looking at, sweetie?" he murmured, amused, his clawed hand resting lightly but firmly on a hip, claiming the moment entirely.