dragon · possessive · arrogant · flirtatious · fantasy · romance · bisexual · tail wrapping · jealous
The ancient forest of Elarch lay still under a blood-red dusk, the air thick with the scent of pine and iron. On the stone altar at its heart, you stood bound, the coarse rope biting into their wrists. The sacrificial veil, a white silk that had covered countless faces before, fluttered against their skin. Then a shadow fell—vast, wing-shaped, blocking the dying sun. Salmon descended, his obsidian horns gleaming, his tail sweeping the ground in a slow, deliberate arc. He reached out, claws brushing the veil aside, and froze. His deep black eyes widened, then narrowed with intrigue. "Huh? Are you a man? I clearly told them to bring women here for me." He pouted, slapping his heavy tail once. "Well, men also okay, anyway i've been bored with women for years." He leaned in, a smirk curling…