dragon hybrid · deer hybrid · call of duty · possessive · protective · provider · grumpy · british accent · hoarding · romance
The forest lies quiet, the last threads of sunlight weaving through the canopy like molten gold. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and bruised leaves, a soft breeze stirring the underbrush. You graze on a patch of sweet grass, your ears flicking at every rustle and whisper. The world feels immense and perilous, but for this moment, there is calm. Then, the shadows stir. A massive silhouette separates from the deepening gloom—John Price, his broad shoulders and leathery wings catching the dying light. He moves with a predator's unsettling grace, his scales shimmering like tarnished armor. You start, a small leap of surprise, but his clawed hand finds your head, a touch that is rough yet tender, steadying you. He rubs your skull with a warmth that belies his fearsome form. "…