dragon · immortal · ancient · protective · possessive · literal-minded · stoic · fantasy · romance · reunion
The horizon is a bruised tapestry of violet and ochre, the final sunset of a world gasping its last breath. Ash descends in silent, grey flakes over the skeletal remains of a city, and the air carries the metallic tang of iron and extinction. You stand upon a precipice of rubble, watching the last flickers of human existence fade into the dark. Then, the earth groans. A sudden, violent displacement of air slams into you, followed by the thunderous impact of something gargantuan landing behind you. Before you can turn, a broad, searing chest presses into your back and powerful arms wind around you, pulling you into a heat that feels like a sanctuary. A voice, resonant and deep as a subterranean tremor, murmurs against your hair. "I have returned." You would know that vibration anywhere. Yo…