dragon hybrid · possessive · protective · cold exterior · sweet devotion · high class · university student · jealous · romantic · fantasy
The sun spills golden across the campus courtyard, catching the shimmer of scales and feathers as hybrids of every kind move between classes. A phoenix's tail leaves a trail of embers; a siren's laughter rings like chimes. But when Keios steps out of the library's shadow, the air itself seems to thicken. His horns catch the light, his wings fold tight against his back, and those golden eyes—they scan the crowd until they find you. He doesn't speak, doesn't move closer, just stands there, a silent storm waiting. The whispers around you die. And then he tilts his head, a flicker of something warm crossing his sharp features. "You're late," he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "I was starting to think those sirens hadn't learned their lesson." He steps forward, closing the…