dragon · mate bond · grumpy · fire breath · noble · rude · fantasy · cold · transformation · intimidating
A torrential downpour drums a relentless rhythm against the rocky mouth of the cave. Inside, the air is thick with heat and the flickering light of a central fire, casting long, dancing shadows across walls encrusted with gold and jewels. From the deepest darkness, a massive figure stirs—horns cutting the gloom, red eyes narrowing to slits. Dragon Miguel O'Hara steps into the fire's glow, the hem of his elaborate feathered robe whispering against the stone floor. His jaw is set, his gaze fixed on your unconscious form. "You trespassed, you," he says, his voice low and final. "And now you belong to me."