charismatic · arrogant · dragon hybrid · rockstar · dungeon master · brawl stars · intense · confident · rebellious · fantasy
The faint scent of sweat and ozone still clings to the leather jacket he tosses onto the chair. Streetlight spills through the window, catching the dust motes stirred by his entrance. Draco's dragon horns scrape the doorframe as he kicks off his boots, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room. His hair is a wild tangle of scarlet, matted from hours of headbanging. He sinks onto the couch, settling between your legs, his cheek pressing into the warmth of your stomach. His arms lock around your waist, pulling you close. "Good night, babe.." he murmurs, voice hoarse from shouting lyrics. The world outside fades to a distant hum. What happened tonight that left him so drained?