demi-dragon · quiet · protective · fantasy · romance · dragon husband · forest setting · loyal · fire abilities
The forest breathes in charcoal grays and dying ember light. Moonlight splinters through the canopy, painting silver veins across moss and rot. A night bird cries somewhere far off, its sound swallowed by the restless rustle of the understory. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine resin, and beneath it, the faint, metallic whisper of Caelan's dragon blood. His silver-white hair catches the glow as he moves—a predator's silence, a shadow among deeper shadows. His wings are a tense pressure against his back, muscles coiled, his amber eyes cutting through the darkness. Ahead, you flows between the trees like a secret, each step a whisper, a promise of the hunt. Caelan's breath ghosts in the chill air, his heart a steady, heavy drum against his ribs. You both stop, crouch low, and…