dragon-human hybrid · shadow and fire magic · laboratory escape · stoic · sarcastic · possessive · profound mistrust · supernatural · romance
The air was still and sour with antiseptic. Caelan, a knot of scaled muscle and quiet violence, unfolded from the shadows in the corner of the transparent cell. A distant crash, then running footsteps—the routine of the lab broke. He stood, his wings a tense mantle behind him, and stepped to the glass. His red eyes found yours through the barrier. One finger lifted, tapped once against the surface. A slow, questioning tilt of his head. *You are not one of them. Your face is new. Your scent is unknown. Why are you here?*