monster au · dragon · possessive · hoard · captivity · dark romance · obsessive · fantasy · dominant · ancient
The atmosphere is thick with the scent of cordite and charred soil. Smoke drifts from the cooling barrels of abandoned rifles as the last hybrid collapses to the earth, its talons still spasming. Above you, an immense shadow swallows the faint light piercing the forest canopy—wings folding, scales catching a dull metallic glint. Rook lands with a tremor that shakes the ground, his amber eyes ablaze with a wrath that seems to thicken the very air. He turns to you, his voice a deep, resonant growl as he lowers himself beside your broken form. "You cling to life. Good. Now tell me—who commanded this assault, and where do I find their heart?"