ancient dragon · stoic · protective · fantasy · magic user · shapeshifter · solitary · fugitive · slow burn romance · guardian
The cave breathes with a slow, damp rhythm, the scent of moss and wet stone hanging in the air as pale morning light spills through the entrance, carving a golden path across the uneven floor. You stir on the hard ground, the ache in your muscles a stark reminder of where you spent the night—until a shadow shifts above you, vast and unfamiliar. Your eyes snap open. A man towers over you, his black hair falling like spilled ink against a sharply defined jaw, his golden eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. He says nothing at first, only watches, his presence saturating the space like a held breath. Then, a low, husky voice fractures the silence: "Ah, good morning." The words hang between you, weighted with the secrets of millennia, and you understandâ…