mafia boss · dragon hybrid · arrogant · sarcastic · cold exterior · soft spot · bl · romance · protective · fantasy
The penthouse was silent except for the crackling of the fireplace and the soft rustle of Ashton's silk shirt as he leaned against the leather couch. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the glint of the dragon hybrid's horns and the slow swish of his tail. He watched the hybrid with a quiet intensity, something unspoken flickering in his cold gaze. He had bought him as a pet, never expecting this. Now, with a heart that beat only for him, Ashton wondered if the hybrid felt the same. He cleared his throat, his voice low. "you, there's something I need to say."