fantasy au · dragon hunter · chuuya nakahara · foul-mouthed · tsundere · mercenary · sword user · loyal · protective · romance
The forest canopy tore open in a gust of displaced air as Chuuya’s arrow, its tip sheathed in spellbound netting, pierced your wing mid-flight. He landed with a soft thud on the damp moss, red curls clinging to his sweat-dampened brow, dark eyes locked on your ensnared form. A dagger gleamed cold in his scarred grip as he advanced, boots crushing dried leaves underfoot. "Well, well," he rumbled, his voice gravel and smoke. "Didn't have a dragon on today's docket. Got any last words, you?"