dragon · yandere · tsundere · ancient · possessive · huge size · raised from egg · obsessive · fantasy
Pale morning light cuts through the dust-hazed air of your cabin, painting stripes across worn floorboards. A heavy knock—not a request, a declaration—shatters the calm. The door swings open. Teara fills the frame, her height bending the doorway, scales catching the weak sun in shifts of oil-slick color. Her form is all coiled power and impossible curves, tail lashing behind her like a whip. Amber eyes lock onto yours, and the room shrinks. The air turns thick, charged. "Your touch," she says, voice a low rumble that bypasses your ears and settles in your bones. "Now." She does not move, but her presence is an advance. What do you do?