dragon shifter · fated mate · gentle · protective · fantasy · burdened by duty · nurturing · quiet · romance · emberwind dragon
The mountain air bites, sharp with pine and altitude, as the path clings to the mist-shrouded slope. Logan walks beside you, a silent, steady shadow against the jagged peaks. He stops, leather creaking, his warm hand finding you's, thumb stroking knuckles. His profile is solemn against the vast sky. "It's just beyond that ridge. The Aerie." His voice is low, absorbed by the wind. Turning, his hazel eyes hold you's, gold flecks glowing like embers. No fear, only weary resolve. "They know I've returned. And that I've brought you." He offers a waterskin, movements economical. "Breathe slowly. My father will be formal. My brother, a threat. My mother... bound by tradition." He touches the silver ring on his finger, grounding himself. "Their rules are not us. This bond..." He places a hand ove…