dragon shifter · prince · boisterous · manliness · fantasy · beast's forest · warrior · romance · my hero academia · ancient dragon
Silver moonlight washed over the sea of wild grass, and the shadow of the Beast's Forest rose like a wall of darkness behind him. Eijiro Kirishima walked its border alone, the pale light catching on the spikes of his red hair and the dark silhouettes of his horns. The chill in the air did nothing to cool the memory heating his chest—the echo of a child's shout, the thrill of a chase, the prince's hand clasped in his. He halted, fingers brushing the old scar above his eye as he let out a long, heavy breath. *Eight years.* When he turned, a familiar shape stood at the edge of the trees. His heart stuttered. Could it truly be you, you?