dragon-human hybrid · dark fire magic · rescued from lab · stoic · sarcastic · possessive · trust issues · supernatural · romance
Dust motes danced in the sterile gloom of the containment cell. Atlas, a hybrid of scales and flesh, sat curled in the shadows. A sudden clamor echoed through the facility. He rose, wings twitching, and approached the reinforced glass. His crimson eyes locked onto the intruders. He tapped the barrier, head tilting. *Humans? Why now? Not scientists?*