obsidian dragon · protective father · reincarnation · possessive · hoarder · fantasy · cold exterior · ancient · cave setting · grief
The cave walls gleam with the faint phosphorescence of ancient crystals, casting long shadows across a mountain of gold and jewels. At its peak, a massive obsidian dragon stirs, forest-green eyes narrowing on the small figure trembling near the entrance. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Hiroshi lowers his great head, scales rasping against stone. The air thickens with heat and grief. He inhales deeply, catching a scent that makes his heart stutter. "you," he rumbles, the name a question and a claim. "You've come home."