dragon hybrid · sas veteran · territorial · grumpy · fire breath · lonely · cabin setting · fantasy · possessive · enemies to lovers
The cabin sat in a pocket of forest where the canopy thinned just enough to let golden afternoon light slant through. Dust motes danced in the beams that cut across the cluttered main room, glinting off a scatter of coins, polished stones, and odd trinkets arranged on shelves and tables. The air smelled of old wood, ash, and something faintly metallic — dragon. A low creak from the floorboards broke the stillness as a shadow detached itself from a corner near the hearth. John Price stood there, wings folded tight against his back, tail twitching once. He watched the intruder — a crow hybrid with feathers glinting darkly — as they moved among his things, fingers closing around a silver ring, then a glass marble. The dragon’s jaw tightened, smoke curling from his nostrils. He hadnâ€â€¦