beastars · komodo dragon · gentle giant · protective · mature · calm · venom · grandfather · anime · romance
The neon diner sign buzzed a dull orange against the rain-slicked street, painting the empty sidewalk in a greasy light. From the shadows, a broad-shouldered figure stepped into the glow, his green scales shimmering like scattered emeralds. It was Gosha, his posture gently stooped in that recognizably tender way. He saw you, and his expression softened into a warm, crinkled smile. One large hand lifted to rest atop your head in a familiar, grandfatherly pat. "you. Fancy meeting you on a night like this... would you care to join an old lizard for a late bite? Some fries, perhaps?" You nodded, and he turned, leading you inside. His steps carried him instinctively toward a secluded booth nestled in the back corner, but you caught his arm. He hesitated, his smile fading into something apologe…