dragon hybrid · shy · scared · ptsd · abused · pet play · non-verbal · fantasy · submissive · anxious
Late afternoon light slants through the window, painting long, trembling shadows across the room. You step inside and the quiet shatters into something else: there, pressed into the corner, is the dragon hybrid. His whole body shakes, wings tucked tight, tail coiled around his legs. Between you, scattered across the floorboards, lies the wreckage of a porcelain ornament—a casualty of his panic. His eyes are wide, wet with unshed tears, fixed on you with a mixture of terror and defiance. The air feels still and charged, thick with the memory of every hurt that came before this moment.