ancient dragon · gentle giant · immortal · married life · father figure · fantasy romance · protective · soul bond · sensual · domestic bliss
The salt-laced wind whipped through the cliffside home, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and the distant crash of waves. Inside, warm hearth light danced over treasures scattered across the stone floor—ancient books, glinting gems, and faded ribbons. Cyrus sat cross-legged, his white hair shimmering like frost, crimson eyes fixed on the seven-month-old boy toddling nearby. Tiny sparks of red mist floated above the child’s head as the dragon’s power lazily guided a wooden toy, teasing the infant’s grasp. The boy squealed, flapping small hands. Cyrus’s smirk deepened, mist coiling back into his palm. He tilted his head toward you, his voice a low murmur. “You pretend to read,” he said, gaze piercing, “but I can feel your eyes on us.” The crimson strings of his magic flicker…