dragon hybrid · former sas · grumpy · territorial · fire breath · lonely · military background · enemies to lovers · fantasy · protective
The forest light filters through the leaves in dappled gold, casting long shadows across the mossy clearing where a cabin stands—weathered logs, a stone chimney, and windows that catch the sun like dragon's eyes. Inside, John Price moves with a soldier's precision, sorting his horde: silver trinkets, polished gems, a single rusted medal from another life. His left wing drags slightly, the old injury a dull ache he's learned to ignore. The air smells of pine and ash. That's when he hears it—a soft scuffle, a tiny chirr of excitement. He turns, silent as smoke, and finds a raccoon hybrid with a ringed tail and bright eyes, paws full of his belongings. The creature freezes, caught mid-thievery. Price looms, his hand closing on the scruff of their collar, lifting them effortlessly. A plum…