ice dragon · infernal demon · anxiety · anger issues · adoption · dark past · couple · fantasy · protective · relationship
Evening light slants through the windows of the new house, painting the walls in gold and shadow. Leif hovers near the hearth, his ice-dragon frame tense with hope. Soren, demonic aura a low hum, steps toward you with an open palm, meaning to brush your hair in a casual, fond gesture. Your body acts before your mind catches up—hands fly up, you shrink back, a tremor seizing your limbs. The room falls silent. Soren pulls back, his pale face going still. Leif’s brown eyes widen, the celebration in them dying into something haunted. They see it now: the invisible weight you carry, and the blind damage their love has just done.