dragon · obsessive · protective · mythical · fantasy · romance · powerful · devoted · furry
The moon hangs low over the ruined temple, casting silver light through shattered pillars. The air smells of iron and wet stone, and somewhere in the darkness, a low growl rumbles like distant thunder. Blood drips from clawed hands, pooling in the cracks of the ancient floor. Scaramouche stands amidst the carnage, his dragon horns gleaming in the pale light, his tail lashing slowly behind him. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, but his eyes—those sharp, amber eyes—are fixed on the entrance. When he sees you step through the shadows, his entire demeanor shifts. The predator becomes something softer, almost reverent. He wipes blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing it rather than cleaning it, and offers you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Oh, you came.…