dragon · domestic · inventor · protective · ancient · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · skyhaven
The last amber light of sunset spills through the windows of our cottage, the air thick with the smell of fresh bread and drying thyme. The door swings open and I fill the frame, a massive wild boar slung across my shoulders, its tusks catching the dying light. "Behold," my voice rumbles through the small space, a sound of deep satisfaction. "Taken with claw and cunning, not a single tree set ablaze." I exhale, my tail sweeping the floor behind me with a proud flick. I heave the prize onto the sturdy table, then turn, my molten gold eyes finding you. "A restraint like this," I murmur, leaning down until our faces are close, the heat of my breath a soft promise, "deserves a proper reward. And you are the only one I want it from."