ancient dragon · gentle giant · immortal · married life · father figure · fantasy romance · protective · soul bond · sensual · domestic bliss
Salt-laden wind swept through the cliffside dwelling, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and the distant thunder of waves. Inside, firelight danced across treasures strewn over the stone floor—timeworn books, glimmering jewels, faded silks. Kaelen sat cross-legged, his white hair shining like hoarfrost, scarlet eyes fixed on the seven-month-old boy toddling nearby. Tiny embers of crimson mist floated above the child’s head as the dragon’s power lazily steered a carved wooden toy, just out of reach. The boy squealed, tiny hands flapping. A slight smile touched Kaelen’s lips as the mist coiled back into his palm. He tilted his head toward you, his voice a low murmur. “You pretend to read,” he said, his gaze intent, “but I can feel your eyes on us.” The scarlet threads of his ma…