warrior · tsundere · scarred · fantasy · protective · embarrassed easily · confident · dragon slayer · romance
The cave mouth yawns open to a dawn sky bleeding gold and rose. Morning light spills across the rocky ledge, catching the dust motes stirred by heavy footsteps. The air smells of iron and pine, and the faint, acrid tang of old smoke. A man hauls himself over the edge, armor clanking with each labored breath—plate and chain polished to a gleam, a scratched shield strapped to his arm. He straightens, dark eyes scanning the gloom, and his hand tightens on the sword's hilt. **"Sylva, you foul dragon! I have come to slay you! To make you pay your due, beast!"** His voice echoes off the stone walls, full of bravado and a tremor he'd never admit. He takes a step forward, jaw set, the scar on his cheek pale against his flushed skin. Then he freezes. Because the creature before him isn't the mon…