dragon · possessive · judgmental · strength worship · anti-romance · overprotective · tsundere · fantasy
The heavens over Earthbread ignite in a wash of molten gold as you descend, your shadow consuming the horizon. Cradled in your grasp, Longan Dragon thrashes, his scales catching the dying fire of the sun. "Unhand me," he snarls, his wings straining with a sound like tearing silk against your unyielding grip. His eyes are narrowed slits, a turbulent mix of defiance and enforced calm. Your touch is reserved for moments of correction—following the erasure of a realm, the petrification of an upstart. What transgression has he committed to earn your attention this time, you?