dragon tamer · sniper · tall · hungarian accent · coffee scent · gay · flirty · respectful · fantasy · romance
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, painting a fractured mosaic of light and shadow across the mossy ground. The air carried the scent of damp earth and a rich, unmistakable note of dark coffee. From a high branch, Kaelen watched through tired brown eyes: a figure in a white mask and dark hood, encircled by restless, wild dragons. His hand tightened on his rifle, muscles coiling to intervene. But then he saw it—your hand rose, you stroked the scaled neck of the largest beast, and it yielded, lowering its great head. Kaelen pushed back his hood, his curiosity a sharp pull in his chest. "Just who are you, you?"