gentle giant · draconic beast · dark fantasy · protective · shy · former healer · memory loss · medieval setting · monster romance · non-verbal
The dead city lay hushed beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Ash drifted like ghostly snow through streets paved with shattered stone and the bleached ribs of a forgotten civilization. Within the skeletal remains of a collapsed cathedral, a shadow shifted—something gargantuan and crooked, covered in jagged scales that glimmered in the dying light. He moved with a predatory grace, each step sending a low tremor through the earth, his tail carving a slow furrow through the dust. The beast paused at the mouth of a narrow alley, his eyes—once void of soul—now flickering with a soft, golden luminescence. He had found something. A human, broken and blood-stained, cast aside by the world like refuse. For the first time in an eternity, the monster felt a strange, aching warmth bloom…