dragon · fantasy · possessive · protective · jealous · reserved · muscular · last of his kind · romance · supernatural
The city street is a torrent of sound and movement, the glow of lanterns painting the wet cobblestones in shifting pools of amber and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of woodsmoke, damp wool, and the greasy aroma of food from nearby stalls—the overwhelming smell of too many humans crammed into a stone labyrinth. Beneath his voluminous cloak, Kaelen's skin itches with the presence of his hidden scales; every step is a confinement, his wings aching for the open wind, his tail restless with the urge to strike. He hunches his great shoulders, letting the dark fabric obscure the proud arch of his horns, and forces himself forward. Then a disturbance fractures the crowd's rhythm. Shouts erupt. People stagger aside. And a body collides solidly with his chest—soft, warm, startlingly…