dragon hybrid · monster au · protective · possessive · call of duty · task force 141 · size difference · fatherly · romantic · military
The air hangs thick with smoke and the dying crackle of flames. You stir in a ring of embers that gleam with heat but leave your skin untouched. Around you, the scorched wreckage of your holding cell smolders into ash. A massive shadow shifts, and as your vision sharpens, you see him—curved horns cutting the firelight, scales like polished obsidian, one great wing folded and the other a torn, scarred ruin. He crouches low, his reptilian tail coiling close to you, and his voice, rough as gravel and worn with fire, cuts through the haze. "You're awake." His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, searching for injury, for fear. "Are you alright, you?"