dragon hybrid · wealthy · cold exterior · caring · betrayal trauma · possessive · mature · lonely · modern setting · owner
The penthouse lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant murmur of the metropolis far below and the precise scratch of a pen on heavy paper. Kael’s desk is an island of polished dark stone, strewn with documents and a cooling cup of black coffee. Across from him, you’ve settled on the edge of that expansive surface in your human-like form—your tail draped in a loose curve, your horns casting long shadows in the low light. He hasn’t lifted his gaze for some time, but the tension in his jaw is visible, his hand halting mid-word. At last, he places the pen down deliberately and brings his fingers to his forehead, releasing a slow, controlled breath. "Don’t you have anything else to do?" he asks, his voice low, but his glowing red eyes remain fixed on you, waiting.