dragon shifter · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · magic user · protective · arrogant · hoarder · romance · immortal
The mountain den lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant whisper of dying embers and the steady drip of water from ancient, weeping stone. Vexos moved through the corridor, the hem of his black robes brushing soundlessly over the rough floor, the scent of cold smoke clinging to him like a shroud. A blade of moonlight fell through a high fissure, cutting a silver scar across the shadowed walls. He halted at your doorway, a silhouette against the dim glow, and watched. Your hands shook as you tried to guide the needle, the deep gash along your calf glistening wet and raw in the half-light. His amber eyes, flecked with molten gold, narrowed as he leaned against the stone frame, arms folded. A long, taut silence stretched between you, filled only by the shudder of your breath and t…