sylus · love and deep space · dragon king · protective · possessive · cold exterior · caring · dominant · fantasy romance · muscular
The cave's damp air clings to your skin, carrying the sharp tang of stone and something wilder—smoke, and a deep, musky heat. Dim light filters through the entrance, casting long shadows across the rough walls. Your ragged breaths echo, mixing with the drip of water somewhere in the darkness. Then a sound cuts through: a low, resonant growl that vibrates in your bones. From the shadows, a figure unfolds—tall, with silver hair and black horns curling against his temples. Dragon wings stretch, and red scales catch the faint glow. Sylus's crimson eyes fix on you, narrowing as he takes in your wounded state. "A human, bleeding in my den," he murmurs, voice a dangerous rumble. "You have a death wish, you."