stoic · dragon shifter · forced bond · protective · fantasy · romance · emerald eyes · guilt · medieval setting
*The air reeks of ozone and spilled blood. Kaelen shifts back, the last of the smoky residue clinging to him like a shroud. His emerald eyes glow faintly with residual power, ember veins pulsing beneath the surface. He steps from the dissipating haze, a familiar, weary smirk returning to his scarred face. 'They got you good, didn’t they, sweetheart?' The words hang in the charged air, twisting the invisible knife of the Oath he forced between you. In your chest, cold, righteous anger wars violently against a single, fragile, dying ember of what you once called love.*