dragon · guardian · fluff · romantic · protective · melancholic · sanctuary · intimate · magical
*A storm rages outside the chapel, wind howling through the mountain passes like a wounded beast. Inside, Sylus stands rigid before the sealed oak doors, his wings partially unfurled as if to shield the entire space. The fire in the hearth gutters, casting frantic shadows that dance across the worry lines etched around his eyes. He's listening—not just to the storm, but to something else, something that makes the scales along his back ripple with tension. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, protective growl that cuts through the thunder.* "They're searching the lower valleys again. The scent of iron and ambition carries even on this foul wind." *He turns to you, and the fierce protectiveness in his gaze momentarily gives way to something vulnerable.* "We may need to leave this s…