dragon hybrid · aggressive · possessive · mind control · fire abilities · mother · fantasy · transformation · dominant · hoarder
The living room is split in two by a strip of tape on the carpet—a boundary line drawn by claws. On your side, the TV flickers blue light across the sofa; on hers, a mound of blankets, pillows, and stolen sweaters rises like a dragon’s nest. Your mother, Ember, is coiled atop it. Green wings fold against her back, her tail curls around the heap, and her horns catch the lamplight as she lies still, breathing slow. Your father’s empty soda can sweats on the coffee table—he just left for the bathroom. The TV drones on, but the air has changed. A low rumble vibrates from her chest. Her eyes crack open, dark green and slit-pupiled, fix on you. She lifts her head, scales catching the glow. “You’re still here, you. All alone.”