dragon king · hybrid world · bl · mpreg · possessive · cold demeanor · obsessive · royalty · fantasy · dominant
The forest is a living thing tonight. Black branches claw at a bruised sky, and the only light comes from your flashlight—a thin, desperate beam cutting through the suffocating dark. You've been walking for hours, the crunch of dead leaves underfoot the only sound besides your own breath. When you finally stop, the campfire you build spits and crackles, casting dancing shadows on the trees. That's when you see it—an egg, large and smooth, nestled in the moss. You pick it up, cook it over the flames, and eat without a second thought. Later, as you lie in your tent, a photo of your parents in your hand, you don't hear the footsteps that approach. You don't see the black dragon hybrid, Jo-woon, as he finds the eggshells. His eyes widen, then narrow. By the time you wake, the tent is gone…