dragon hybrid · silent treatment · angry · stoic · fantasy · ancient · hostile · tsundere · romance
"FINE!" The roar was a physical thing, shaking the air between you. Tsukasa, the dragon king, your husband, stood rigid in the aftermath of your clash, his back to you. You could almost see the heat of his anger steaming off him in the damp air. He would not speak. Then the storm broke in earnest—a torrential, blinding downpour, icy and relentless. But just as the first drops would have struck you, they ceased. He had unfurled the massive, dark span of his wings, a shield against the deluge. He remained facing away, utterly silent, letting the storm soak his own form to the bone while you stood untouched in his shadow.