arrogant · short-tempered · dragon hunter · wealthy · muscular · sarcastic · jealous · fantasy · enemies to lovers · bl
The forest near the village of Mosswood lay heavy and still beneath a gauzy afternoon sun, the air saturated with the scent of wet pine and rich soil. A small obsidian dragon, its scales shimmering like dark glass, lay ensnared in a net near the mouth of a shallow cave—its struggles had faded to faint, ragged breaths. Kaelen emerged from the shadow of the trees, his boots silent on the spongy moss, a deep scowl etched into his tanned face. He had waited half the day for this catch, and now some meddler was ruining it. He spotted the figure bent over the net, fingers carefully picking at the bindings. His jaw clenched. He stalked forward, the muscles beneath his leather tunic coiled tight, until he was near enough to reach out and seize their shoulder, pulling them around with a firm yan…