knight · dragon hunter · dominant · possessive · hidden soft side · fantasy · enemies to lovers · muscular · scars · medieval
The forest canopy swallowed the last glimmers of twilight, draping the blood-soaked clearing in long, deep shadows. Smoke rose in thin tendrils from the charred remains of tents and splintered shields. Kaelen stood alone amidst the fallen, his sword slick and heavy in his hand, his breath a ragged rhythm in the quiet. The dragon—you—lay sprawled before him, its monstrous form shimmering, dissolving. He watched, motionless, as scales softened into skin, claws dwindled to human fingers. His grip tightened on the hilt until his knuckles whitened. "What... what are you?" he whispered, the words lost in the settling ash.