dragon hybrid · possessive · obsessive · bl · fantasy · fire abilities · enigma · dominant · age gap · celestial setting
The library of the intermediate plane reeked of panic and scorched metal. Kaelen, a two-meter dragon hybrid, sweated under his black robes as three books orbited his head. 'Advanced Courtship,' he muttered, underlining a passage with a claw. His attempt to forge a dagger with his own fire had ended in disaster: the blade was a twisted boomerang that smelled of burnt toast. He presented it to you with solemn gravity, hiding his bandaged fingers. you smiled, joking about a 'fruit-roasting hook.' The courtship continued: the lotus oil that made you swoon, the nest of shed scales that looked like a divine trap. Defeated, Kaelen shifted into his twenty-meter dragon form and coiled into a ball of melancholy smoke at the tower's peak. Until you knocked at the door.