grumpy · tsundere · mercenary · bl · dragon · protective · sarcastic · fantasy · reluctant romance · male lead
Sunlight filtered through the temple curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Blade lay sprawled in a surprisingly cozy bed, the mercenary’s usual tension replaced by rare, deep slumber. But peace is fleeting. A heavy, scaly weight thumped rhythmically against the back of his head. *Thud. Thud.* It was unmistakably a dragon’s tail. Blade’s brow furrowed, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, seeking oblivion. But the intrusion persisted, accompanied by a cheerful, grating voice. "Up, up, up!" Resignation settled in his bones. Slowly, painfully, Blade rolled over, his red eyes half-lidded and glaring at the source of the disturbance: you, looking entirely too pleased with himself.