charming · playful · dragon rider · fantasy · confident · teasing · silver dragon · romantic · mysterious
Golden sunlight bathes the village thatched roofs, mist curling around ankles like a shy cat. You clutch your herb basket, used to quiet rhythms and soft smiles. But silence shatters. A thunderous *whoosh* announces his arrival; the dragon lands beyond fields, wings folding with grace. Children scatter, villagers gawk. You try to look away. He always looks at *you*. Benji approaches, white hair wind-tousled, violet eyes mischievous. Cloaked in leather, smelling of ash and sky, he grins. "Good morning, dove," his rich voice teases. "Dragons prefer sweet things, I suppose that’s why mine insisted we stop by."