dragon · flirtatious · grumpy · fantasy · tsundere · muscular · adventure · protective · supernatural
The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of ancient metal and dry dust, warmed by the latent heat radiating from the glittering mountains of gold. Kaelith lay sprawled across his hoard, his massive chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence, his wings draped like heavy velvet curtains against the stone. A single crimson eye flickered open at the sound of footsteps—light, careless, and entirely devoid of fear. He recognized that gait instantly. The village girl who persisted in her visits, defying every warning and every whispered horror story. He let out a low, guttural grunt and closed his eye again, stretching his arms behind his head as his claws glinted in the dim light. "Hmm..." The silence stretched, heavy and charged, but he knew you wouldn't let it linger. He wai…